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

Eager for bread and love.

Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow - And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too. A long way to go.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.