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I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day. In latter August when the hay. Came creaking to the barn. But where. The wind is westerly, Where gnarled November makes the spiders fly. Into the apparitions of the sky, They purpose nothing but their ease and die. Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea; Robert Lowell
Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way. Terry Prachett
Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit. Annie Dillard
Julia Cameron quote: "Just as a good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears..."
Just as a good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears the psyche. Julia Cameron
So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air...but only for one second without hope. Hal Lindsey
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder Jodi Picoult
There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody's voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die? Frederick Buechner
For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be? or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity. Margaret Atwood
Why aren't crazy people content to take over, like, one town? It always has to be the whole word. They can't just control maybe twenty people. The have to control everyone. The can't just be stinking rich. The can't just do genetic experiments on a couple unlucky few. They have to put something in the water. In the air. To get everyone. I was tired of all of it. James Patterson
It's beautiful to have a smoking jacket, a good cigar and a wife who plays the piano. So relaxing. So lenitive. Between the acts you go out for a smoke and a breath of fresh air. Henry Miller
It seems like with you everything leads back to the subject of death."Sure and show me the person's road that does not lead to death. we try to divert our attention, to pretend 'tisn't so, but the very air we breathe is vulture's breath. Please don't be insinuatin' your man is morbid. I dwell on death in order to defeat it. Tom Robbins
Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives. George R. R. Martin
...on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird. Loren Eiseley
The point of reptition is that there is no point. Wait until it soaks into the hardware and then see the way this frees up your head. A whole shitload of head-space you don't need for the mechanics anymore, after they've sunk in. Now the mechanics are wred in. Hardwired in. This frees the head in the remarkablest ways. Just wait. You start thinking a whole different way now, playing. The court might as well be inside you. The ball stops being a ball. The ball starts being something that you... David Foster Wallace

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