The light strengthened, the mornings came sooner. - E.B. White

This was your mother’s door. She was loyal, brilliant, beautiful, and she was my friend. I will treasure her memory forever.

[Writers] are feared by every tyrant — who shows his fear by burning the books and destroying the individuals.

"And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before.
"Salutations!" said the voice.
Wilbur jumped to his feet. "Salu-what?" he cried.
"Salutations!" repeated the voice.
"What are they, and where are you?" screamed Wilbur. "Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?"
"Salutations are greetings," said the voice. "When I say 'salutations,' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.