This timeless cycle of short stories lays bare the life of a small town in the American Midwest. The central character is George Willard, a young reporter on the Winesburg Eagle to whom, one by one, the town`s...czytaj dalej
I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.
Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night. [...] You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.
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