What Flaubert refers to as the โmรฉlancholies du voyageโ is like the sadness I feel as one season departs and another arrives.
Gretel EhrlichAnimals give us their constant, unjaded faces, and we burden them with our bodies and civilized ordeals.
Gretel EhrlichThe truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.
Gretel EhrlichA black-crowned night heron stood on an apron of wet sand, looking across the channel. The feather plume at the back of his head lifted in a faint breeze. Out there the channel churned its cyclonic eddies counterclockwise. Schools of anchovies, halibut, and sea bass came and went: silver flashes, small storms that well up from the inside of the sea but are short-lived, like lightning.
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