Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?
Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.
He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.
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.
Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.
Man spends a great deal of time making order out of chaos, yet insists that the emotions be disordered. I order my emotions: I am insane.