Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

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

Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.

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.

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents."