I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.

If you can't be friends with a lover, then forget it. It's not going to work.

Really being friends is the most important part, I think, of any relationship.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.