“For a moment the radio wavered between stations and I was so busy making myself marvelous.” — S. Jane Sloat Copy Share Image
“God have pity on the smell of gasoline which finds its way like an arm through a car window, more human than kerosene, more… — S. Jane Sloat Copy Share Image
“I might walk vast expanses of earth and always be beginning and I love beginning or could learn to love it.” — S. Jane Sloat Copy Share Image
