672  You must be in tune with the times and prepared to break with tradition

702  When he ran from a cop his transitions from accelerating walk to easy jog trot to brisk canter to headlong gallop to flogged-piston sprint were as distinct and as soberly in order as an automatic gearshift.

659  We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.

689  This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky

673  The mere attempt to examine my own confusion would consume volumes.