Zachary

“Which is to say the Dylan who presided over what most of us remember as 'the sixties' – the Vietnam era, the campus riots, the summer of love, the hippies, the drug culture, the Weathermen – was truly a Zeitgeist, the ghost of a sacrificial Dylan who stood before the elders in the temple of folk music and was condemned, scourged as he carried his electric cross up the Gethsemane of his yearlong tour (the fan in Manchester who called him Judas had it backwards), and finally died so rock could be redeemed.”
― Elijah Wald, Dylan Goes Electric!: Newport, Seeger, Dylan, and the Night That Split the Sixties

“In the summer he used to go with the Thierault boys to Brittany or to the Languedoc coast; but his lake was itself, as the Channel and the Mediterranean were themselves. 'No,' he used to tell the boys, who were always asking him about le Michigan, 'it is altogether different. It is a sea, and yet it is not salt. It is blue, but quite another blue. Yes, there are clouds and mists and sea-gulls, but -- I don't know, il est toujours plus naif”
― Willa Cather, The Professor's House

“The mill stood on the west bank of Back Creek: the big water-wheel hung almost over the stream itself. The creek ran noisily along over a rough stone bottom which here and there churned the dark water into foam. For the most part it was wide and shallow, though there were deep holes between the ledges. The dam, lying in the green meadows above the mill, was fed by springs, and a race conveyed the water to the big wooden wheel.”
― Willa Cather, Sapphira and the Slave Girl

“in her voice there was something fresh and delicate, like deep wood flowers. 'Connais-tu -- le pays" -- it stirred one like the odours of early spring, recalled the time of sweet, impersonal emotions.”
― Willa Cather, The Professor's House