Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing.
Emily CarrThere is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.
Emily CarrThe house begins to be a home. The unfamiliar places are beginning to fold the familiar objects into their keeping and to cozy them down. Objects that swore at each other when the movers heaved them into the new rooms have subsided into corners and sit to lick their feet and wash their faces like cats accepting a new home.
Emily Carr