How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.