The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.