She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

Nothing could have survived our life.

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.