I lay down and gave her the iron key. She held it in one hand and me in the other and was equally fond of both. from Lancelot by Walker Percy Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
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My time is coming: No writer ever developed without hard work and disappointment, and I am willing to have my share of both. I even realize I may never have anything else – there have been plenty of such artists, and some of them have been the very best. from a letter to Walker Percy…