“Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers.”

“He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see.”

“Future?" Homer said. He was a little embarrassed because all his life, from day to day, he had been busy mapping out a future, even if it was only a future for the next day. "Well," he said, "I don't know for sure, but I guess I'd like to be somebody some day.”

“In getting from Windsor to Detroit there is a choice between a free tunnel and a toll bridge, which turned out to be a short ride for a dollar, which I mentioned to the toll-collector who said, 'One of those things,' impelling me to remark to my cousin, 'Almost everything said by people one sees for only an instant is something like poetry. Precise, incisive, and just right, and the reason seems to be that there isn't time to talk prose. This suggests several things, the most important of which is probably that a writer ought not to permit himself to feel that he has all the time in the world in which to write his story or play or novel. He ought to set himself a time-limit, and the shorter the better. And he ought to do a lot of other things while he is working within this time-limit, so that he will always be under pressure, in a hurry, and therefore have neither the inclination nor the time to be fussy, which is the worst thing that happens to a book while it's being written.”

“The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better.”

“He's finding out, he's doing all right, he'll go to school but nobody's going to teach him anything.”

“When Ulysses saw his brother, a wonderful thing happened to his face. All the terror left his eyes, because now he was home”