"Homer got down from the chair and pushed a button on the machine marked, "start". Rings of batter started dropping into the hot fat. After a ring of… - Robert McCloskey

By the time Uncle Ulysses and the sheriff arrived and pushed through the crowd, the lunchroom was a calamity of doughnuts! Doughnuts in the window, doughnuts piled high on the shelves, doughnuts stacked on plates, doughnuts lined up twelve deep all along the counter, and doughnuts still rolling down the little chute, just as regular as a clock can tick.

I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.” — Robert McCloskey

Take a farewell look at the waves and sky. Take a farewell sniff of the salty sea. A little bit sad about the place you are leaving, a little bit glad about the place you are going.