Thornton Wilder

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.

As a young child my attention span was, as I remember it, rather short.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.