About women? When I say soldiers I don't mean me. I wasn't no soldier anymore than a man that fixes watches is a watchmaker. And when I say women I don't mean you.
... in an even wilder part of the river's jungle of cane and gum and pin oak$$$ there is an Indian mound. Aboriginal$$$ it rises profoundly and darkly enigmatic$$$ the only elevation of any kind in the wild$$$ flat jungle of river bottom.
The arrow increased without motion$$$ then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut.
They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.
I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not . I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that touch of earthiness to reaffirm her imperviousness.
The displacement of water is equal to the something of something.
...he remembered his uncle saying once how little vocabulary man really needed to get comfortably and even efficiently through his life$$$ how not only in the individual but within his whole type and race and kind a few simple cliches served his few simple passions and needs and lusts.
I give it to you not that you may remember time$$$ but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.
And so I told myself to take that one. Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. The hands were extended$$$ slightly off the horizontal at a faint angle$$$ like a gull tilting into the wind.