And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

... don't let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you've never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamploma. Yes, you're a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago - but so what? If you don't start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill 'em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that's my idea; sit down an smoke that baby.

If you can read in the 21st century you own the world.

You say true, I say thankya.

I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.