timeliness is an enemy to art.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

timeliness is an enemy to art.

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.