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

Father said conflict develops the character

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.

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.