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The air tasted full of salt and restorative minerals and felt invigorating to breathe deep into her lungs.
Zachary’s age was a mystery, or unknown in any case—not a mystery to himself or the other islanders because none of them followed any calendar and keeping track of how many years old somebody was never occurred to them.
But he found the labor calming, engrossing, and it lent itself to his meditations.
numinous,
Other ideas still, though, were darker, underwater, or he underwater and they above the surface, clear and sharp and focused.
The book said a painter of people should never flatter his subjects.
Do not lend affability to a scowler or grace to a lout. Such practices contradict the conscience of art.
Plentiful sleep is essential for the daily recovery of the artist’s eye, which is dulled and tired by light.
As he lowered into sleep the salty pined breeze and cricket songs and schools of stars poured into and birled around his brains so the night became his mind and his mind the night and the mother owl watching over him swooped down from her tree and through his dreams.
What were you shooting at? Phoebe called. Nothin’, Freddy grunted. Did you hit it? she asked.
It was like the prophets in the Bible. They didn’t have any special powers of seeing the future. They saw where the present was at, was all. They looked at where the present was at with eyes that saw and ears that heard, so the future that would come from it was as clear and simple as adding one plus one.
