When you're a little kid, your heart is open and tender and a harsh word can go straight in and become part of your life.
Garrison KeillorEaster is so disappointing. You suffer all the way through lent, and what do you get for it? A ham.
Garrison KeillorThe audience is invisible and that's good. Somewhere my voice is drifting through a swine barn and the sound of it seems to perk up the sows' appetite. Or a lady is listening on headphones as she jogs along a beach, running to my cadence. Or a dog sits in front of the radio, head cocked, and the sibilants excite him in some mysterious way. A dog's humorist, that's me.
Garrison Keillor