For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.

People never notice anything.

You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.