“I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill.”

“Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.”

“I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.”

“CROWNToo much rainloosens trees.In the hills giant oaksfall upon their knees.You can touch partsyou have no right to—places only birdsshould fly to.”

“[JO watches her go, leaning against the doorpost. Then she looks round the room, smiling a little to herself -- she remembers GEOF.]JO: As I was going up Pippin Hill,Pippin Hill was dirty. And there I met a pretty miss,And she dropped me a curtsy.Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you.If I had half a crown a day,I'd gladly spend it on you.Curtain.”

“horrible types, specialists in the One, builders of middle-class castles, and upper-class Usher houses, writers of boring Commencement speeches, creepy otherworldly types, worse than Pope Paul, academics who resembled gray jars, and who would ruin a whole state like Tennessee if put into it; people totally unable to merge into the place where they live -- they could live in a valley for years and never become the valley”