"Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
••Amy Lowell“It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.”
― Truman Capote, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
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