An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.

A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

A boy becomes a man when a man is needed

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.

So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.

The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.