Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

There Isn't A Thought In My Head I Care To Be Alone With For More Than Five Minutes.

I'm Sure Partial To The Evening,' Augustus Said. 'the Evening And The Morning. If We Just Didn't Have To Have The Rest Of The Dern Day I'd Be A Lot Happier.

When Augustus Came Out On The Porch The Blue Pigs Were Eating A Rattlesnake—not A Very Big One. It Had Probably Just Been Crawling Around Looking For Shade When It Ran Into The Pigs. They Were Having A Fine Tug-of-war With It, And Its Rattling Days Were Over.

I Don't Do Well With Changes In My Routine. I Read At Least Three Newspapers A Day, For Example. I'm Frustrated If For Some Reason I Can't Get Ahold Of All Three.

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.