The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.

Don't stir all the warmth out of your coffee; drink it.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.