Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

"I count a lot of things that there's no need to count," Cameron said. "Just because that's the way I am. But I count all the things that need to be counted."

You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.