The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.
Sherwood AndersonIt may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
Sherwood AndersonI think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
Sherwood AndersonI go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.
Sherwood Anderson