Only God sees the sparrow fall, but even God doesn't do anything about it.

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen. It's scary to think about. Point of reference again. When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people.

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory

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.

Within that frame he went a long way and burned a deep scar.

Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him.