“I remember the old northern legend of how God created the taiga while he was still a child. There were few colors,… — Varlam Shalamov Copy Share Image
“The sun is lower now and not as bright and I can see clearly where, down at the base of the blockhouse,… — Ben H Winters Copy Share Image
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
