The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.

. . . and God knows we are sensitive to the suffering that has sometimes broken loose to come billowing forth from your appendages like the pungent vapors of whales - often it appears that in this life of experience and accommodation we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. But Sissy . . . hold on!

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of unselfish adventure and ethical romance. And I saw before me, ever blazing and burning, the Holy Grail.