Ain’t no good in using anger just to lash. You pray for it to blow up a storm that’s going to flush out the truth.
— Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward
Ain’t no good in using anger just to lash. You pray for it to blow up a storm that’s going to flush out the truth.
— Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward
All this working land was turned into exuberance by the light. The sunshine was dizzy on open stubble; shadows from immense cumulus clouds were forever sliding across low mounds; and the sky was wider and more resolutely blue than the sky of cities.
— Main Street by Sinclair Lewis
She lifted her arms, she leaned back against the wind, her skirt dipped and flared, a lock blew wild.
— Main Street by Sinclair Lewis