“To Howard Goodkin, for the immense work he did in his short life so Hispanic children can stand tall and proud.”

“Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.”

“Nineteen and living a life not his own, he was sure enough of his worth to put his name to his work and let it stand for him. Did not even have a wife yet, according to Queen, so it was not love that set him to cutting the pine, but a trust and a longing.”

“No man stands so tall as when he stoops to help a child.”

“I’m not Hispanic, I’m His panic. Who is He? He is the startled.”

“He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.”