Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in store. But there is nothing in store. The day is made of what has come before. The world itself must be surprised at the shape of that which appears. Perhaps even God.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

The societies to which I have been exposed seemed to me largely machines for the suppression of women.