“The main thing about the mountains was their height. They were so high that they really did seem to join on to the sky; if you looked at them you had to tip your head back and back until your neck ached; then you were obliged to lie down so that your eyes might go travelling up to the final snow-crowned summits which were like needles among the clouds.”
“When I find the street I’m looking for, I drive past a bunch of well-tended, modest houses. Each yard is ringed with a low-picket fence and inside the fences either there’s an oak tree or a maple or else there’s a concrete bird bath where a tree ought to be.”