Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

Lying mouth to mouth, kiss to kiss in the pillow dark, loin to loin in unbelievable surrendering sweetness so distant from all our mental fearful abstractions it makes you wonder why men have termed God antisexual somehow (p. 148)

...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.

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view

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

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.