Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he sang well.

Heavy blizzards start as a gentle and persistent snow.

As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.

They're not just dreams. Not anymore, I dream more than I wake now, and, at times, I have crossed over. Can't you see? I've been there.

Well-timed silence is the most commanding expression.

The horse could not do without Manhattan. It drew him like a magnet, like a vacuum, like oats, or a mare, or an open, never-ending, tree-lined road.

I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.