There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

“All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.”

“But what might be written in the book which had rounded its edges off in his po…”

“He would give every penny he has (such is the malignity of the germ) to write o…”

“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left…”