I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.

For if there is any single thing that everyone hopes for most dearly, it must be this: that the youngest outlive the oldest.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

The way I see it, a person isn't nothing more than a scarecrow... The only difference between one that stands up good and one that blows over is what kind of a stick they're stuck up there on.

I'm not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I'm doing.

Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out.