...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.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

But you can't start over Only a boy can start over You and me Why, we're all that's been

A man without words is a man without thought.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.