You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

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

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

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

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?” She didn’t know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.