What in heaven's name is strange about a grandmother dancing nude? I'll bet lots of grandmothers do it.

This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.

I have never retired-I have averaged 40 working weeks a year since 1933.

[A jar of rabies-vaccination tags. A wooden yardstick (] Save at Farm King in Canton ... believed to be owned by Rand.