The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
I like it because its ugly
The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.
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)