That was what made them so hilarious and unafraid. That was the strength of the Nazis. [...] They understood God better than anyone. They knew how to make Him stay away.

I love you, Eliza,” I said. She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.” “Why not?” I said. “It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

In those days great teachers at Shortridge [High School] were celebrities. I would look up to them.

The name of the new religion," said Rumfoord, "is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent.

Each one of us has to be what he or she is.

The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.