“Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortalhumanity. And finally, again…the sun.”
“Six foot six he stood on the groundHe weighed two hundred and thirty-five poundsBut I saw that giant of a man brought downTo his knees by love”
“You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.”
“There ain't many troubles that a man caint fixWith seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.”
“I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).”
“The difference is slight, to the influence of an author, whether he is read by five hundred readers, or by five hundred thousand; if he can select the five hundred, he reaches the five hundred thousand.”