Too many of us have lost the passion and emotion of the remarkable things we-ve done in space. Let us not tear up the future, but rather again heed the creative metaphors that render space travel a religious experience. When the blast of a rocket launch slams you against the wall and all the rust is shaken off your body, you will hear the great shout of the universe and the joyful crying of people who have been changed by what they-ve seen.

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.

Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

Reading is at the center of our lives. The library is our brain. Without the library, you have no civilization.

I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.