They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.

You've such a lovely temperature.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

A person with increasing knowledge and sensory education may derive infinite enjoyment from wine.

Time is the least thing we have.