Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.
Katherine MansfieldThe late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.
Katherine MansfieldOnce we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
Katherine MansfieldNo, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.
Katherine Mansfield