Literary Musings…

“One had to cling to the thought of simple things, the frosty air, the immediate prospect of hot coffee, the difficulty of keeping her balance because the pavement was still slippery with frost and her legs were peculiarly weak at the knees.”

“She would hate herself for these thoughts, these uncharitable thoughts, and promise to do better — to stop drinking these gall-and-wormwood cocktails”

“You can tell a tree whatever you like—it won’t ever listen!”

“Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can’t get out of it in your own.”

When Harlan Ellison said

“If there is a God he’s a great loathsome spider in the darkness.”

“Don't start thinking of me as your father,” he warned her. Allison didn't. She thought of him as God.

“Give me a child until he is seven, thought Tom, and he is forever after mine. When the Fascists say it, they're bums and kidnappers, but when the Church says it, it is known as putting a kid on the right track.”

“I think I could turn and live with animals. They are so placid and self-contained. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God. Not one of them kneels to another or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one of them is respectable or unhappy, all over the earth.”