The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen. – Willa Cather