Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.
He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.
It is never a mistake to say good-bye.
What you can become is the miracle you were born to be through the work that you do.
A man without a home can't be lost.
But I replied that what made being alive almost worthwhile for me, besides music, was all the saints I met, who could be anywhere. By saints I meant people who behaved decently in a strikingly indecent society.