Son,' my father said to me, 'someday this will all be yours.
Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. And don't put up with people that are reckless with yours.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.
Nothing in this book is true.
Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.
...Skyscraper National Park