There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. - Willa Cather

Yes, it was possible that the little world, on its voyage among all the stars, might become like that; a boat on which one could travel no longer, from which one could no longer look up and confront those bright rings of revolution.

Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.

I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away.