I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!

stick at it like a benni addict

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.