There is no adequate definition for creative writing, any more than it is possible to describe pain or flavor or color.

Charm is an odorless perfume, which cannot be anchored in the chemists' test tube. It is a permeation, a radiation. It emanates from the climate of a warm human spirit, which not only contains light, but gives it off.

Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.

Art transcends war. Art is the language of God and war is the barking of men. Beethoven is bigger than war.

The literary wiseacres prognosticate in many languages, as they have throughout so many centuries, setting the stage for new hautmonde in letters and making up the public's mind.

Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.

The maimed bodies aren't the worst. That's the easy way to hate war. The safe way. I - hate it just as much for the maimed souls that stay at home.