Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers.

I have never received a telephone call that justified the excitement and fuss of the electronics involved. If I can't see somebody I love, for instance, such as a daughter, or a son, I would rather receive a letter.

The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.

What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?

I see life as one life at one time, so many millions simultaneously, all over the earth.

Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.

The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.