I write what I would like to read.

They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.

I write what I would like to read.

When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?

Traversing a slow page, to come upon a lode of the pure shining metal is to exult inwardly for greedy hours.

To be an American is to move on, as if we could outrun change. To attach oneself to place is to surrender to it, and suffer with it.

Friendship is an art, and very few persons are born with a natural gift for it.