There Is Justice In The

Truth Is No Rounder Than A Horse's Eye.

...this Marvelous Graceful Thing, This Joy Of Physics, This Perfect Balance Between Rebellion And Obedience, Is God's Own Signature On Earth.

Quite Possibly There's Nothing As Fine As A Big Freight Train Starting Across Country In Early Summer, Hardesty Thought. That's When You Learn That The Tragedy Of Plants Is That They Have Roots.

Words Were All He Knew; They Possessed And Overwhelmed Him, As If They Were A Thousand White Cats With Whom He Shared A One-room Apartment.

She Knew Words No One Had Ever Heard Of, And She Used Words Every Day That Had Been Mainly Dead Or Sleeping For Hundreds Of Years.