Grant was something rare in that or any war. He could learn from experience.

North was only a direction indicated by a compass--if a man had one, that is, for otherwise there was no north or south or east or west; there was only the brooding desolation.

Grant was something rare in that or any war. He could learn from experience.

Generally the first week in September brings the hottest weather of the year, and this was no exception. Overhead the fans turned slow, their paddle blades stirring the air up close to the ceiling but nowheres else.

A combination of all that was best in the gladdest days of the departing year.

Before the war it was always the United States *are*, after the war it was the United States is... it made us an is.

I think that everything you do helps you to write if you're a writer. Adversity and success both contribute largely to making you what you are. If you don't experience either one of those, you're being deprived of something.