In my grandmother's house there was always chicken soup And talk of the old country--mud and boards,... Poverty, The snow falling down and necks of lovers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In contrast to the flux and muddle of life, art is clarity and enduring presence. In the stream of life, few things are perceived ...clearly because few things stay put. Every mood or emotion is mixed or diluted by contrary and extraneous elements. The clarity of art--the precise evocation of mood in the novel, or of summer twilight in a painting--is like waking to a bright landscape after a long fitful slumber, or the fragrance of chicken soup after a week of head cold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sun is shining. The shadows of the lovers have disappeared.... They are all eyes; they have some demand on me-- They want me to be more serious than I want to be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Washington is a city of locker-room boys, and all the old, outmoded notions apply: men and women are ushered to separate rooms aft...er dinner, sex is dirty, and they are still serving onion-soup dip.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »