Wright Morris Quote

In the dry places... towns, like weeds, spring up when it rains, dry up when it stops. But in a dry climate the husk of the plant remains. The stranger might find, as if preserved in amber, something of the green life that was once lived there, and the ghosts of men who have gone on to a better place. The withered towns are empty, but not uninhabited.


The Works of Love (1952), ch. 1


In the dry places... towns, like weeds, spring up when it rains, dry up when it stops. But in a dry climate the husk of the plant remains. The...

In the dry places... towns, like weeds, spring up when it rains, dry up when it stops. But in a dry climate the husk of the plant remains. The...

In the dry places... towns, like weeds, spring up when it rains, dry up when it stops. But in a dry climate the husk of the plant remains. The...

In the dry places... towns, like weeds, spring up when it rains, dry up when it stops. But in a dry climate the husk of the plant remains. The...