Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer. - Willa Cather

Yes, there would be a dirty way out of life, if one chose to take it. But she did not want to die. She wanted to live and dream - a hundred years, forever! As long as this sweetness welled up in her heart, as long as her breast could hold this treasure of pain! She felt as the pond must feel when it held the moon like that; when it encircled and swelled with that image of gold.

People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know.

During those last weeks of the Bishop's life he thought very little about death; it was the Past he was leaving. The future would take care of itself.