Trouble with mice is you always kill 'em.

My whole work drive has been aimed at making people understand each other. . .

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.