'He's got a can up there,' Richard said.

I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

I seen it over an' over—a guy talkin' to another guy and it don't make no difference if he don't hear or understand. The thing is, they're talkin', or they're settin' still not talkin'. It don't make no difference, no difference. [...] George can tell you screwy things, and it don't matter. It's just the talking. It's just bein' with another guy. That's all.

The land is so much more than its analysis.

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over.

He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.