His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.

But I give you my word, in the entire book there is nothing that cannot be said aloud in mixed company. And there is, also, nothing that makes you a bit the wiser. I wonder--oh, what will you think of me--if those two statements do not verge upon the synonymous.

Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.

You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.