The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Willa CatherThe sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.
Willa CatherOf course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born in a pigpen and raised in a sty, he would still find plenty of inspiration for his work. The only need is the eye to see.
Willa CatherShe had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.
Willa CatherA creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.
Willa CatherHe domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purpleโthe true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it.
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