After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

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.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

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.

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.