and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain.
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.
...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.