Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

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

galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily. "where have you been? why did you do this to me?" and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.