I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don't love and don't have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?