“If most of the time I felt like Jane Eyre, with “features so irregular and so marked… poor, obscure, plain, and little,” now I felt like the moon to her sun, borrowing her light so I could illuminate on my… — Laurel Osterkamp Copy Share Image
Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
