I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.

...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for companionship and to teach something religious, of religious reverence, about real life, in this real world which literature should (and here does) reflect.

Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

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.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.