In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence and has held earth close around him, like the little obstetrical toad that goes about with a cluster of eggs attached to his legs.
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
Wilbur didn't want food, he wanted love.
I would really rather feel bad in Maine than feel good anywhere else
All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.