Love doesn't die; the men and women do.
Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.
Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written.
And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.
Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.