“Where are we?' the mouse child asked his father. His voice was tiny in the stillness of the night. 'I don't know' the father replied. 'What are we Papa?'. 'I don't know. We must wait and see'.” — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Sometimes there's nothing but Sundays for weeks on end. Why can't they move Sunday to the middle of the week so you could put… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. It’s a relation of self to the moment. Or not, depending on the person and… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
If the past cannot teach the present and the father cannot teach the son, then history need not have bothered to go on, and… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“I had a salad. If I were to say that today's tomatoes were an index of the decline of Western man I should be… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.” — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday.… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“Seed of the little Seed of the wyld Seed of the berning is Hart of the chyld . . . Out goes the candl… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if we're put here… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“Before the motorcar replaced the horse, and for some years after there were many illustrators who drew horses with the same authority with which… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
