You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.

Maybe it was the same with people: if you studied them,you'd see new and different things. But would you like what you saw? Did it depend on who was doing the looking?

when i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive