We have made ever effort to make this the best book possible. Our paper is opaque with minimal show-through; it will not discover or become brittle with age. Pages are sewn in signatures, in the method traditionally used for the best books, and will not drop out, as often happens with paperbacks held together with glue. Books open flat for easy reference. The building will not crack or split. This is a permanent book.
— Disclaimer under “A DOVER EDITION DESIGNED FOR YEARS OF USE!,” back of Snow Crystals by W. A. Bentley and W. J. Humphrey (2453 illustrations)
Beautiful!
— Little girl to Lily at Jing Fong with Eli and David
If I don’t work here it’s not worth living.
— Lily
You never grow up.
— Helen
How do you handcuff a one handed man?
— Akshay out of nowhere
It’s parents who grew up on the old one who’ll be struck by how this show, which once taught them to find wonder amid the grime, now promises kids that they can uncover dirt in a sanitary, upscaled paradise. As Mucko Polo sings: “You have to go find it now/It won’t come to you!”
— James Poniewozik, “Review: HBO’s ‘Sesame Street,’ Fancy but Not Free,” The New York Times
True Wit is Nature to advantage dress’d.
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express’d.
— Sidney from Alexander Pope
Even classical composers like Philip Glass, who based two symphonies on Mr. Bowie’s albums “Low” and “Heroes.”
— “David Bowie Dies at 69,″ The New York Times
They’re all about nothing, but they’re all fun to listen to. Why would they be fun to listen to? I don’t know.
— Leonard Bernstein, Leonard Bernstein’s Young People’s Concerts for reading and listening
Hhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
— start to a tonal happy birthday that sounded like 2001: A Space Odyssey
One… Two… Three…
— Lily
Williamstown.
— Melody
Date night?
— Elise Rise at Umami Burger
Cholly Knickerbocker
— RD (?)
Mother’s day table.
— Goal for a book
Well isn’t that special.
— Super over eager and humorous male flight attendant upon a hard landing.
Did you ever sit on your testicles?
— Jack
Course it was.
— Samuel L. on horseshit, The Hateful Eight
Hey my car! Hey my keys!
— Jon, Jon the Egg Boy
Clip forgotten finger
— note