I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
Sherwood AndersonOn the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
Sherwood AndersonIt may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
Sherwood Anderson