Sometimes when I visit schools, kids will interview me for the school newspaper. They ask me questions and my answers tend to go on and on, and they try to write down everything I’m saying as quickly as they can. And one day, a kid holds up her hand and said, ‘Do you think you could just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no?’ Aren’t kids wonderful?
Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
So, I see technology as a Trojan Horse: It looks like a wonderful thing, but they are going to regret introducing it into the schools because it simply can’t be controlled.
I can still remember the feel in my hand of that most wonderful American coin ever minted, a nickel with a buffalo on one side and the head of an Indian on the other. That nickel was a daily proof of our country’s past. Bring it back!
I know that when I pray, something wonderful happens. Not just to the person or persons for whom I’m praying, but also something wonderful happens to me. I’m grateful that I’m heard.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.
Occasionally a student writer comes up with something really beautiful and moving, and you won’t know for years if it was an accident or the first burst of something wonderful.
Ginsberg’s Collected Poems contains a wonderful poem about making it with Neal Cassady.