Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

Passion is more important than justice.

Next to music beer was best.

There are those who know and those who don't know. And for every ten thousand who don't know there's only one who knows. That's the miracle of all time--the fact that these millions know so much but don't know this.

The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.

The writer must hew the phantom rock.