“You may thresh a hundred thousand bushels of grain, / But more than mine your belly will not contain.”
“If he was wood, he was a flail, and I was grain on the threshing floor.I was a thousand grains, my thoughts blown like chaff. All that was left was the taste of salt.”
“The hundred possibilities a situation contains may be more significant than the occurrence of any of them, and metaphor truer in the long run than fact.”
“A hand full of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.”
“Reed lifts his lips from mine, and looking into my eyes, he murmurs, “I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.”
“When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.”