No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?

The point is there ain't no point.

Dying ain't in people's plans, is it?

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.

To have a child when you're older, it wrenches you up out of your nap and makes you look at things, you know, afresh. It forces the world on you. And I think it's a good thing.

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.