The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. Votes: 6
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again. Votes: 4
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? Votes: 4
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. Votes: 0
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. Votes: 0
A burnt dog dreads the fire. Votes: 0
Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. Votes: 0
I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story. Votes: 0
New things are always ugly. Votes: 0
She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends. Votes: 0
The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running. Votes: 0
The end is nothing; the road is all. Votes: 0
The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death. Votes: 0
The land belongs to the future. Votes: 0
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska. Votes: 0
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. Votes: 0
The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world. Votes: 0
The supreme virtue in art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives it the right to be. Votes: 0
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing desire. Votes: 0
There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. Votes: 0