Absolutely no way to escape enigmans.

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

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.

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.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was