We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.

When you're older you want to learn from other people.

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.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

It could reach up and grab the moon.

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.