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In the midst of life we are in death

Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear>

The gate is narrow but not the life. The gate opens out into largeness of life.

I too long sometimes for the prairies but S. Dakota has changed so much it is a disappointment when we go back. I think going back anywhere is apt to disillusion anyone. With

You know a person cannot live at a high pitch of emotion, the feelings become dulled by a natural, unconscious effort at self-preservation. You

Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths...

Just the other day the AP wire had a story about a man from Arkansas who entered some kind of contest and won a two-week vacation--all expenses paid--wherever he wanted to go. Any place in the world:...

Live. For Now. For the time being.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Mom and Dad will be so proud that she brought home an alien.

Yesterday afternoon I went with Rose and Gillette down to the beach. At Land's End I had my first view of the Pacific Ocean.

She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels...

If you are proven to be right a hundred times in a row,no amount of evidence will convince you that you are mistakenin the hundred-and-first case. You will be seduced byyour own apparent...

Your inability to see other possibilities and your lack of vocabularyare your brain's limits, not the universe's.

The minute we look, we cease being afraid.

Nobody smart knows what they want to do until they get into their twenties or thirties.

-Who are those people by whom you wish to be admired? Are they not these whom you are in the habit of saying that they are mad? What then? Do you wish to be admired by the mad?

Mr. J.L.B Matekoni, she asked, do you think that our souls grow as we get older?He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. Yes, he said. Our souls get wider....

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

I had no say in the matter. Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No...

And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

It is unlikely that Percy would have written my mother after her return from Europe, and, had she written, the letter would have been destroyed, since that family had a crusading detestation of...

Clara Webber commented on the bond that Wilder people forge: I always instantly like any admirer of the Little House books!

I know there were many prayers of thanks offered up at that quiet moment. Let us pause also in tribute to those who have preceded us, whether to victory or failure, I spoke into the microphone, and in...

You've got to admit it takes real genius to start out with nothing and build what she has so brilliantly built. Only

Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.

You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy hold you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of the stand-in for whomever he loved last, before...

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep.My...

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was...

So seemed it to me, as I stood at her helm, and for long hours silently guided the way of this fire-ship on the sea. Wrapped, for that interval, in darkness myself, I but the better saw the redness,...

fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset. And that harpoon-so like a corkscrew now-was flung