“There are many ways to look at the past; as a list of important dates, a conveyor belt of kings and queens, a series of rising and falling empires, or a narrative of political, philosophical, or technological progress. This book looks at history in another way entirely: as a series of transformations caused, enabled, or influenced by good. Throughout history, food has done more than simply provide sustenance. It has acted as a catalyst or social transformations, societal organization, geopolitical competition, industrial development, military conflict, and economic expansion. From prehistory to the present, the stories of these transformations form a narrative that encompasses the whole of human history.” An Edible History of Humanity

“‘I am inclined to think – ‘ said I. ‘I should do so,’ Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently. I believe I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I’ll admit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption. ‘Really, Holme,s’ said I severely, ‘you are a little trying at times.'” The Valley of Fear

“‘Wouldn’t those Moles feel foolish if they woke up and found themselves not eaten!’ [Ephraim Owl] chuckled. ‘And maybe just for fun I’ll give that letter to whoever it is way up there in a sleigh. Maybe he knows the fat man in the red suit.'” The Mole Family Christmas

“We never had much even when Pa was alive, what with him being a traveling man, always up and down the river snake oil. He’d be gone for weeks on end sometimes, and when he did show up he never brought much money with him. Ma never complained, though. She said if Pa was willing to take a chance on snake oil she was willing to take a chance on him.” Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas

“Mother loves cake: she’ll east it for breakfast, dinner, and supper. ‘No use letting it get stale,’ she explains, but as soon as a cake is all gone she’ll say, ‘I haven’t a cake in the house,’ and immediately back another one.” Food that Really Schmecks

“I just can’t believe that I’m this muddy things you see crawling about in the muck. I don’t feel as if I am. I simply can’t tell you how I feel inside! Clean and bright and beautiful – like a song in the sunlight, like a sigh in the summer air. Do you ever feel that way?” Miss Mudd in The Mouse and His Child

“The Radletts were always either on a peak of happiness or drowning in black waters of despair; their emotions were on no ordinary plane, they loved or they loathed, they laughed or they cried, they lived in a world of superlatives.” The Pursuit of Love

“It is 8:30 on a Friday night, and one hundred and five men and women dressed completely in black and white have gone to work turning the black notes on white pages into a symphony.” The Philharmonic Gets Dressed

“There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.” Cry, the Beloved Country

“‘We were only trying to help her,’ [Christopher] protested. ‘She’s a cow.’ ‘Cows are nice.’ Alan said.” The Decider

“We have found that most reader’s are usually not looking for a book on a certain subject. They want a book with a particular ‘feel’.” Joyce Saricks, Reader’s Advisory Service in the Public Library

“Forget everything you ever read about poetry, it doesn’t matter – poetry is the last preserve of honest speech and the outspoken heart.” Good Poems for Hard Times

“. . . between the formal pattern on his dagger-sheath and the formless yet potent beauty of the shield-boss lay all the distance that could lie between two worlds. And yet between individual people . . . the distance narrowed so that you could reach across it, one to another, so that it ceased to matter.” The Eagle of the Ninth

“Kat wishn he kood fli. Burd bean hapy he has wyngz.” The Bad Speller

“It suddenly occurred to her that Leslie, whom she had always looked upon as someone really grown-up, who had committees and ordered people about and probably even knew about income tax, was only an ordinary peron . . . apparently regarding herself, Lydia Merton, as a real grown-up person . . . . The idea struck her as so peculiar, though fascinating, that she was impelled to share it.”  Growing Up


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