{Our National Parks} are more than scenery, they are portals and thresholds of wonder, an open door that swings back and forth from our past to our future.
I was still ringing. I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.
I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know...
The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.
I feel that fear is negative wonder. It is the point at which wonder begins to consume itself and scrape off the essence of things.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.