You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

All literature is gossip.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I would have liked to have known Oscar Wilde because I think he must have been very amusing and entertaining.