It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Eager for bread and love.

And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

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

Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.