Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

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

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.

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

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

...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.