The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Betsy and Tacy Go DowntownI can’t feel too sorry for them. Every gift has to run out someday. Anyone but a child knows that.
Back to the StarsWhen the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Circling: 1978-1987If you find that you're going through hell, keep moving. You will get to the end eventually.
Abram's Journey: Quest for the Man in the StarsHonesty, like any inclination, can become a ruling passion, a monomania almost.
Ahab's Wife, or The Star-Gazer