How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.

What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.

I spent a year in Professor Baker's famous class at Harvard. There, too, I learned some things that were useful to me-particularly what not to do. Not to take ten lines, for instance, to say something that can be said in one line.

How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.