Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.
Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.
God, here and there, makes madness a calling.
Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.
The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.
I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.