In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.
Willa CatherWhen kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.
Willa CatherEvery artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.
Willa Cather