Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

A fist is more than the sum of its fingers.

Support your libraries... or else!

I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified.

You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

You quickly find, when you are a hand-reader as I am, that nothing interests people so much as themselves.