...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.

But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest.

There are two kinds of people in the world, observers and non-observers.

Socialism is just another form of religion, and thus delusional.

Perhaps it takes courage to raise children.

I've always taken my hangovers as consequence, not as a punishment.

They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.