We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

The real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts and trained minds, sign on for research in biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry.

I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.