It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.

She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.

This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer.

In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site.

Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave.

It's all a big old chain. There isn't one unconnected link.

It is a rule of nature that taking a day off on the farm sets a person back at least a week.