For those without money, the road to that treasure house of the imagination begins at the public library.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

He tried to imagine the sound of the color red.

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.

For those without money, the road to the treasure house of the imagination begins at the public library.

In the end, the only thing the true New Yorker knows about New York is that it is unknowable.

Writing is the hardest work in the world not involving heavy lifting.

More than anything, it's a game of innocence. Politicians may come and go, but they always get booed at the ballpark.

It's odd being an American now. Most of us are peaceful, but here we are again, in our fifth major war of this century.

The library is a place where most of the things I came to value as an adult had their beginnings.

This is truly marvelous work full of mystery, nostalgia, joy, The Color of Whimsy.

Those honor nature well, who teach that she can speak on everything.

Corporate greed controls political will.

While Democrats fussed with the details of health care reforms, conservatives spent months telling the nation that the real issue is freedom, that what's on the line is American liberty itself.

I'm not disappointed in [Barack] Obama. He said who he is; he's doing what he said he would do.

Increasingly unable to create for itself a relevant body of myth, the modern imagination will ransack the treasure house of the classic.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.

actuaries are people who wanted to be accountants but didn't have the personality.

Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.

Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfection.