She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.