I need a dog pretty badly. I dreamed of dogs last night. They sat in a circle and looked at me and I wanted all of them.

The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans

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.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.