Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.