And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of "happy nuts." (p. 200)

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

All of life is a foreign country.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

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

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.