Father Latour began to tell them about his friendly relations with Protestants in Ohio, but they had not room in their minds for two ideas. - Willa Cather

Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

My familiar spirit is like an old wild turkey that forsakes a feeding ground as soon as it sees tracks of people-especially if the people are readers, book-buyers. It's a crafty bird and it wants to go where there aint no readers That's the truth: they go and paw a place all up and spoil it for me. It isn't my secret anymore.

We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it — for a little while.