When you're huntin' somepin you're a hunter, an' you're strong. Can't nobody beat a hunter. But when you get hunted - that's different. Somepin happens to you. You ain't strong: maybe you're fierce, but you ain't strong." - Muley

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 wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.

..it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world...It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.