A girl is different. They want things. They need things on a regular schedule. Why, a girl's got purposes you and me can't even imagine. They got ideas in their heads you and me can't even suppose.

I wake each day and try to see what I might do that is of some value and joy. It's a strange life. I don't know how long it'll go on. I don't look past tomorrow. Anything beyond tomorrow seems like hearsay. Or fairy tales.

It seems to me nothing man has done or built on this land is an improvement over what was here before.

You have to believe in yourself despite the evidence.

My desire is to be anonymous, isolated, quiet, peaceful, and concentrated.

He wanted to think of words that would make some difference but there were none in any language he knew that were sufficient to the moment or that would change a single thing.

Honey, Maggie Jones said. Victoria. Listen to me. You're here now. This is where you are.