One needs to know every detail, since one can never be sure which of them is important, and which word shines out from behind things.

He looked blankly at his wristwatch. "I've done so much of the work for years," he said. His tones were measured, but he was staring fixedly at her shoulder, which felt a faint strain as though he were leaning against it.

Paule says that her students report back, saying that the dough works beautifully with American butter, too. Small cracks in the dough are normal so I wouldn’t use this for a thin, custardy filling, although it works well filled with chocolate ganache

How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity?

There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm.

Thorn roses and thistle and pears. Weeds like so many squinty-eyed stars and brush that made your ankles itch and itch until you washed with soap and water.

"I'll tell you what: you just about made a fool of yourself," said Fay.

Paule says that her students report back, saying that the dough works beautifully with American butter, too. Small cracks in the dough are normal so I wouldn’t use this for a thin, custardy filling, although it works well filled with chocolate ganache

Our actual thoughts chase each other in haphazard fashion, so that their complete form rarely develops.  We think and act without taking stock of the way events and phantasies, beliefs and proposals and expectations really present themselves; yet such experiences constitute our personal history.

At first glance, the idea that our ignorance implies something about the behavior of the world seems irrational…

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,

At first glance, the idea that our ignorance implies something about the behavior of the world seems irrational…

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,

With every book we discover to our horror a human being printed to death by the printers, a man published to death by the publishers, read to death by the readers....

And one dream may hide another as is well known, always, too. In the Garden of Eden
Adam and Eve may hide the real Adam and Eve.
Jerusalem may hide another Jerusalem.
When you come to something, stop to let it pass
So you can see what else is there.

I, only accountant, from the height of this corner room surrounded by an Ocean of snows.--Precarious quest of the moment, woman without proof or witness, shall I unmoor my low bed like a canoe from its cover?

Seule à faire le compte, du haut de cette chambre d'angle qu'environne un Océan de neiges.

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

But this was the effect he had, shadow-inching through a sentence…

…asking with total interest and sobriety such questions as “What if apple trees could talk?” or “What if the haughty old woman next door should fall in love with Mr. Powers, our mailman?” The artist’s imagination, or the world it builds, is the laboratory of the unexperienced, both the heroic and the unspeakable.