The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

If you own a rug you own too much.