Whether one is twenty, forty, or sixty; whether one has succeeded, failed or just muddled along; whether yesterday was full of sun… — Leigh Mitchell Hodges Copy Share Image
The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull square of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I have never heard a dancer asking for advice about how to stay focused on her footwork, or a painter complaining about… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
