We have too many cellphones. We've got too many internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.

He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.

I'll tell you," said Beatty, smiling at his cards. "That made you for a little while a drunkard. Read a few lines and off you go over the cliff. Bang, you're ready to blow up the world, chop off heads, knock down women and children, destroy authority. I know. I've been through it all.

Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.

He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.

Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.