...Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly.

One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

Not only do the brave get killed, but the brave have a better chance of it.

Like most passionate nations, Texas has its own history based on, but not limited by, facts.

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.