But you can't start over Only a boy can start over You and me Why, we're all that's been

Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident or human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech.

I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody.

Courage and fear were one thing too.

She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.

Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music.

All great and precious things are lonely.