One Great Moment

“I know all about reporters, Walter. A lot of daffy buttinskis running around without a nickel in their pockets and for what? So a million hired girls and motormen’s wives’ll know what’s going on.”

—Hildy Johnson to Walter Burns, "His Girl Friday"
September 20, 2017
Kari Howard

“If the history of the earth’s tides should one day be written by some observer of the universe, it would no doubt be said that they reached their greatest grandeur and power in the younger days of Earth, and that they slowly grew feebler and less imposing until one day they ceased to be.”

—Rachel Carson, "The Sea Around Us"
September 13, 2017
Roy Peter Clark

“A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.”

—D.H. Lawrence, "Lady Chatterley's Lover"
September 6, 2017
Kari Howard

“Sometimes at noon down South on the hottest of days, when everyone is shivering inside their arctic offices, I go outside just to hear the metallic whirring of the cicadas start up in the trees on the edge of the parking lot. Their tymbals pulsate against their abdomens and the thick air reverberates with the loneliest sound in the universe.”

—Will Blythe, “Five Encounters with Vegetation,” Oxford American magazine, 2015
August 30, 2017
Julia Shipley

“Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.”

—Dorothy Parker
August 23, 2017
Kari Howard

“Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”

—E.B. White, "Charlotte's Web"
August 16, 2017
Kari Howard

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby."
August 9, 2017
Kari Howard

“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita."
August 2, 2017
Kari Howard

“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.”

—Harper Lee, "To Kill a Mockingbird."
July 26, 2017
Kari Howard

“And one day he made an error, and then struck out, and it sounded like all of Fenway was booing, and he ran to the bench with his head down, the red rising in his face, the shame in his belly, and the rage. Ted thought: These are the ones who cheered, the fans I waved my cap to? Well, never again.”

—Richard Ben Cramer, "What Do You Think of Ted Williams Now?" Esquire, June 1986.
July 19, 2017
Kari Howard