Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.
Rebecca WestThe delight we find in art amounts to recognition of a saving grace, to an acknowledgment that the problem of life has a solution implicit in its own nature, though not yet formulated by the intellect.
Rebecca WestNobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.
Rebecca West