We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or doing laundry. - E.B. White

Swamps where cedars grow and turtles wait on logs but not for anything in particular; fields bordered by crooked fences broken by years of standing still; orchards so old they have forgotten where the farmhouse is. In the north I have eaten my lunch in pastures rank with ferns and junipers, all under fair skies with a wind blowing.

And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep.

There is nothing so expensive, really, as a big, well-developed, full-bodied preconception.