All Southern Women Wished Of

Nothing Mattered ... But Writing Books, And Living The Kind Of Life That Made It Possible To Write Them.

William Tavener Never Heeded Ominous Forecasts In The Domestic Horizon, And He Never Looked For A Storm Until It Broke.

The Summer Moon Hung Full In The Sky. For The Time Being It Was The Great Fact Of The World.

Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

I Had Killed A Big Snake. I Was Now A Big Fellow.