It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.

He is so stupid you can't trust him with an idea.

There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.

This was an evil beyond thinking. The killing of a man was not so evil as the killing of a boat. For a boat does not have sons, and a boat cannot protect itself, and a wounded boat does not heal.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

It is strange how a man believes he can think better in a special place. I have such a place, have always had it, but I know it isn't thinking I do there, but feeling and experiencing and remembering. It's a safety place. Everyone must have one, although I never heard a man tell of it.