When a girl holds a rose up to you, you run better, let me tell you.

She came over and looked at the picture. Then she took my hand. You know what that feels like? Like what the astronauts will feel when they step onto the moon for the very first time.

Mrs. Daugherty was keeping my bowl of cream of wheat hot, and she had a special treat with it, she said. It was bananas. In the whole story of the world, bananas have never once been a special treat.

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't fine you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here.

Learn everything you can - everything. And then use all that you have learned to grow up too be a wise and good man.

There's no pleasure in getting to be an old coot unless you have some fun along the way.