My favorite passage in Susan Orlean’s Rin Tin Tin (so far):

“I began to understand that what drew me to Rin Tin Tin most of all was his permanence—how he had managed to linger in the minds of so many people for so long, when so much else shines for a moment only and then finally fades away. He was something you could dream about. He could leap twelve feet, and he could leap through time.”