Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my heart a battle of embers never to subside again.
What is sad for women of my generation is that they weren’t supposed to work if they had families. What were they to do when the children were grown — watch raindrops coming down the windowpane?jacqueline kennedy onassis
These Winter nights against my window-pane, nature with busy pencil draws designs of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, which she will make when summer comes again. Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, like curious Chinese etchings.thomas bailey aldrich
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