It's a hard life if you don't weaken.

Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.

Good books are for consideration after, too.

She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.