Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for companionship and to teach something religious, of religious reverence, about real life, in this real world which literature should (and here does) reflect.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.