Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must steady him to look at a buffalo.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying.

He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.

But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?