Sunday, August 9, 2015

Sunday Sentence: Savage Beauty by Nancy Milford

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

It’s Sunday and therefore it’s Sunday School, and I don’t want to go one bit. It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hayricks and paper covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of Paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars, before Sunday school time. There!

Sixteen-year-old Edna St. Vincent Millay writing in her diary,
quoted in Savage Beauty by Nancy Milford

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