“Long ago, before England was cut up with pavement, or bisected by railways, there existed in the county of Lancashire a small village named Reston that never bothered anyone.”

“The news just came in from the County of KeckThat a very small bug by the name of Van VleckIs yawning so wide you can look down his neck.This may not seem very important, I know, but it Is, so I'm bothering telling you so.”

“Let me leave you my number. Anything comes up, or if anyone bothers you-""You're bothering me.”

“In Highland New Guinea, now Popua New Guinea, a British district officer named James Taylor contacted a mountain village, above three thousand feet, whose tribe had never seen any trace of the outside world. It was the 1930s. He described the courage of one villager. One day, on the airstrip hacked from the mountains near his village, this man cut vines and lashed himself to the fuselage of Taylor's airplane shortly before it took off. He explained calmly to his loved ones that, no matter what happened to him, he had to see where it came from.”

“I learned a long time ago...admire a big horse, saddle a small one.”

“Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry…”