Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.

You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have loved libraries.

When I graduated from high school I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library 3 days a week for 10 years.

Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.

We should have stayed on the moon. We should have made moon the base, instead of building space stations, which are fragile and which fly apart.

What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.