With writing ... you must keep in the habit. After a lapse it will take you not an hour, but a week, a month, maybe, to find your mood again - that mood in which things drop from heaven. There's no forcing it; you can't set your notions in front of you, and stare at them till they take shape; they have to come to you whether you ask them or not. ... And you have to be in the habit of that mood! Of inspiration!

Anne Bosworth Greene

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a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rag... by Anne Bosworth Greene

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

Anne Bosworth Greene

sarcasm sarcastic expression

But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter?

Anne Bosworth Greene

oats apples winter

The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.

Anne Bosworth Greene

ice winter snow

the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

Anne Bosworth Greene

horizon sound weather

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with... by Anne Bosworth Greene

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

Anne Bosworth Greene

different guests eye

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

Anne Bosworth Greene

aroma joy past

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the ai... by Anne Bosworth Greene

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

Anne Bosworth Greene

menace november air

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

Anne Bosworth Greene

color moon night

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

Anne Bosworth Greene

unbearable noise song

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own. by Anne Bosworth Greene

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

Anne Bosworth Greene

habit memories hands

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

Anne Bosworth Greene

farming littles baby

timeliness is an enemy to art. by Anne Bosworth Greene

timeliness is an enemy to art.

Anne Bosworth Greene

timeliness enemy art

My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as if uncommon spirits had seized their little maker, for sometimes he had leaped a yard, the festive mite! There was no other track pursuing; the leaps must have been mere joy.

Anne Bosworth Greene

track flower joy