..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.