They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)

Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

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.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.