Writing Is Agony For Me. I Work

You Kin Tame A Bear. You Kin Tame A Wild-cat And You Kin Tame A Panther. ... You Kin Tame Arything, Son, Excusin' The Human Tongue.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

...a Pie So Delicate, So Luscious, That I Hope To Be Propped Up On My Dying Bed And Fed A Generous Portion. Then I Think That I Should Refuse Outright To Die, For Life Would Be Too Good To Relinquish.

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

It Is Impossible To Be Among The Woods Animals On Their Own Ground Without A Feeling Of Expanding One's Own World, As When Any Foreign Country Is Visited.