“With a twitching nose
A dog reads a telegram
On a wet tree trunk.”

“When have you looked?" said Sophie.

"Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.”

“There are many branches of learning, but only the one solid tree-trunk of wisdom.”

“I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.”

“You can call the dogs in, wet the fire, and leave the house. The hunt's over.”

“And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
To divide us forever.”

“Read the great stuff, but read the stuff that isn't so great, too. Great stuff is very discouraging. If you read only Beckett and Chekhov, you'll go away and only deliver telegrams for Western Union.”

“The tree looks like a dog, barking at heaven.”

“And very amusing it is to watch,” said Jem. “Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?”
“I do not,” she said, with a whispered laugh.- In my dreams”

“Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.”