His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.

Our vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are less worried about revolution that we used to be.

A writer should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.

Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north...As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

But we have received a sign, Edith - a mysterious sign. A miracle has happened on this farm... in the middle of the web there were the words 'Some Pig'... we have no ordinary pig." "Well", said Mrs. Zuckerman, "it seems to me you're a little off. It seems to me we have no ordinary spider.

Writing is not an exercise in excision, it's a journey into sound.

The trouble with the profit system has always been that it was highly unprofitable to most people.