Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a talker.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.

Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn, ' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound, "' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

Raging winds and clashing seasshould not keep you from victory.Stormy winds and raging seasgive birth to great destinies.

Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.

Wolves are the witches of the animal world.

The Sistine Chapel is an extraordinary work of education - it lays out all the early books of the Bible.

Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.

I can only admire people who I have never met and are dead - because you know so much about anyone who is alive.

It's a strange world, as David Lynch would say

Our current political system ensures not that the worst will get on top - though they often do - but that the best will never even apply.

The innermost core is witnessing, awareness, watchfulness. You can call it anything, but it will be another meaning of witnessing. Truth is pure awareness.

Sometimes with a comedy it's just having the instinct of how real you play it and what level you want it.