. . . hummings and clickings could be heard-the sounds attendant to the flow of electrons, now augmenting one maze of electromagnetic crises to a condition that was translatable from electrical qualities and quantities to a high grade of truth.

The hopes and fears of all our years are here with us tonight.

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

He had supposed for years that he had no secrets from himself. Here was proof that he had a great big secret somewhere inside, and he could not imagine what it was.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.