But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

I lay in bed the night before the fishing trip and thought it over, about my being deaf, about the years of not letting on I heard what was said, and I wonder if I can ever act any other way again. But I remembered one thing: it wasn't me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.

Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.

The world news might not be therapeutic.

I believe that a man should be... as big as he feels it in him to be!