"Ma'am," I said, "I'd have liked it, having you for a ma." - Louis L'Amour

Knowledge is like money: To be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.

A book is less important for what it says than for what it makes you think.

"She handed him the blankets and the ground sheet and he shook them out, then put them down under the trees. Angie got down on her knees and spread the ground sheet over the leaves, then the blankets.
'You never forget do you? I mean about seeing things first.'
'Hope I never.'
He was oddly uncomfortable, hesitant. 'Good way to lose your hair, not noticing things.'
He sat down and pulled off his boots. The cottonwoods whispered more softly. The squirrel gave one short inquiring chatter, then was silent.
The lone coyote spoke to the sky and the stream rustled busily about the stones. A bit of mud fell into the stream with a faint plop.
It was night and there was no sound. Or anyway, not very much." (p 154)