There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.