" He saw a light come on, far off there, in one of the houses clutching at the shadowy base of the hill. He thought of the human moment in the midst of the land. His heart stirred. He thought of the preciousness of that moment. That, he thought, was all he had ever tried to get: that moment of preciousness.
But he had never managed to do it. At least, not the way he dreamed it. Perhaps he would, this time. "

― Robert Penn Warren ,