One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of oone's history.

There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

To hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left.

Put your hair up, Min. The secret ingredient is not your hair.

I’m not a cuckoo, either. I’m a fool is what.

Or why you are wearing a picture of Santa Clause on you shirts, but-” “It’s Herman Melville.