galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily. "where have you been? why did you do this to me?" and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.

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

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.