Her voice was loud and cheerful, the way it was when nothing was well and she was determined not to show it.

He had an image in his mind of a gaggle of long-necked geese, all done up in petticoats and crinolines, sitting around a stuffy parlor and talking about him.

…it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery.

Feathers fell from the sky. Like black snow, they drifted onto an old city called Bath.

Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!

That's the way it is with the mind. Nothing is ever equal. Like a river, as it flows, the course changes with the terrain.

If one lied, or put you down, don't mourn don't grieve, for why do you care, you don't want to be friends with the mean.

You have to learn a few things, which you do along the way, but basically, poetry is a matter of the ear. Iambic pentameters or what constitutes a stanza comes naturally - your ears will know.

Dance on the edge of mystery.

I graduated in 1930 and I went up to the Yale Drama School for two years.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

I am most alive when I let myself be touched by the fingers of life.

Freedom of the press is a precious privilege that no country can forego.

When I was four years old, my mother put me into a school for early music education where you get perfect pitch and harmony and composition.