If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

He made the earth first and peopled it with dumb creatures, and then He created man to be His overseer on the earth and to hold suzerainty over the earth and the animals on it in His name, not to hold for himself and his descendants inviolable title forever, generation after generation, to the oblongs and squares of the earth, but to hold the earth mutual and intact in the communal anonymity of brotherhood, and all the fee He asked was pity and humility and sufferance and endurance and the sweat of has face for bread.

We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.

In the South you are ashamed of being a virgin. Boys. Men. They lie about it. Because it means less to women, Father said. He said it was men invented virginity not women. Father said it's like death: only a state in which the others are left and I said, But to believe it doesn't matter and he said, That's what's so sad about anything: not only virginity and I said, Why couldn't it have been me and not her who is unvirgin and he said, That's why that's sad too; nothing is even worth the changing of it.

Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.