Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.

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 wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.