I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.

I felt free and therefore I was free.