Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

Father said conflict develops the character