No use going to class unless you go to the library.

The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.

And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.

When I finished [writing it], I was crying. I knew at long last, after ten years of trying, I had written something good.

He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.