And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of a human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed

But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.

People like you to be something, preferably what they are.

I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

There is one thing pleasantly unconfusing about medicine. The direction and the end are fixed and the patient never works backward.