Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.

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.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

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

Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh. Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language.