Savor the imminent weirdness of the day.
The Cardinal. . . It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.
Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.
To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to force him to lay it down with a higher ideal of life than he had when he took it up.
Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.
I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.
Being dead was one thing, getting ready for a wedding another.
Musicals don't get enough credit for being so surreal. It's like an alternate universe.
As a new artist there's always outside influences trying to tell you how to make a song better for radio and how to do your hair.
Prescriptive grammar has spread linguistic insecurity like a plague among English speakers for centuries, numbs us to the aesthetic richness of non-standard speech, and distracts us from attending to genuine issues of linguistic style in writing.
If you have real, internal value, you don't need a loud, expensive imitation.