But I dig Negroes. I dig them all the way.

We spent our lives making livings.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.

What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?