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• But afterward the townspeople, theretofore sufficiently unfearful of each other to seldom trouble to lock their doors, found fantasy re-creating them over and again—those somber explosions that stimulated fires of mistrust in the glare of which many old neighbors viewed each other strangely, and as strangers.
• Imagination, of course, can open any door—turn the key and let terror walk right in.
• Envy was constantly with him; the Enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
• Then, starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.
• birth of her son, the mood of misery that descended never altogether lifted; it lingered like a cloud that might rain or might not.