I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.

She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.

It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.

I had killed a big snake. I was now a big fellow.