the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

timeliness is an enemy to art.

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

Kindness is the sacred act to transform lives.

Did you think your boyfriend was going to stick around and watch you do THAT? If we weren’t related, I would’ve left too. Actually…is it already too late for me to leave?

The library, with its Daedalian labyrinth, mysterious hush, and faintly ominous aroma of knowledge, has been replaced by the computer's cheap glow, pesky chirp, and data spillage.

Ebola has shown that the world is not ready to deal with an epidemic on this scale.

"What did the pope say? I like the pope. I mean, was it good or bad?"Because if it's good, I like the pope. If it's bad, I don't like the pope.

If ever an error had "F" written on it, that grounder did.

Nature is a series of murders.

Sometimes the problem has to mature before the solution can mature.

Everyone is beautiful to someone.