“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”

—  Thomas Wolfe

Source: Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

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American writer 1900–1938

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