But these notes make no pretense of being a record of fact. That isn't their object. They are merely notes of impressions, a record of vagrant though… - Sherwood Anderson

"The girl and Doctor Reefy began their courtship on a summer afternoon. He was forty-five then and already he had begun the practice of filling his pockets with the scraps of paper that became hard balls and were thrown away. The habit had been formed as he sat in his buggy behind the jaded white horse and went slowly along country roads. On the papers were written thoughts, ends of thoughts, beginnings of thoughts.

One by one the mind of Doctor Reefy had made the thoughts. Out of many of them he formed a truth that arose gigantic in his mind. The truth clouded the world. It became terrible and then faded away and the little thoughts began again.

("Paper Pills")"

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

An American town worked terribly at the task of amusing itself.