"I look like a tree toad who was changed into a boy but not completely. There is still plenty of toadness there. The dark amphibian eyes blinking, the pipestem arms and wrists, the high-water pants, the flappy clown-shoes, the Herkimer hair, the steel-rim glasses. There I am at the end of the row of family, hunkering, as if waiting for a tasty dragonfly."
- Garrison Keillor, Lake Wobegon Summer 1956
first impressions of California
"The many naked little sandbars which lie between Venice and the mainland, in the seemingly stagnant water of the lagoons, are made habitable and wholesome only because, every night, a foot and a half of tide creeps in from the sea and winds its fresh brine up through all that network of shining waterways. So, into all the little settlements of quiet people, tidings of what their boys and girls are doing in the world bring real refreshment; bring to the old, memories, and to the young, dreams."
- Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark