Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.
[Wishing her mother had named her Beulah:] At least you did not sit on your beulah.
Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.
It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.
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.
Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.