Only the dead know Brooklyn.

I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know — the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be…. The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever.

There is one voyage, the first, the last, the only one.

Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep on going. Don’t freeze up.

It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the North Pole, I the South--so much in balance, in agreement--and yet... the whole world lies between.