This person has just arrived on this planet, knows nothing about it, has no standards by which to judge it. This person does not care what it becomes. It is eager to become absolutely anything it is supposed to be.

And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.

People who were so good. There were angels.

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.