The talkers are rising above the thinkers.

We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails.

I know how people are, with their habits of mind. Most will sail through from cradle to grave with a conscience clean as snow...I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.

It feels strange to me to be living in a box, hiding from the steadying influence of the moon; wearing the hide of a cow, which is supposed to be dyed to match God-knows-what, on my feet; making promises over the telephone about things I will do at a precise hour next year.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.