Hunger had always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside staring at me gauntly. (Chapter 2)

A man will seek to express his relation to the stars; but when a man’s consciousness has been riveted upon obtaining a loaf of bread that loaf of bread is as important as the stars. (Chapter 12)

This was the culture from which I sprang. This was the terror from which I fled. (Chapter 14)

My cynicism, which had been my protection against an America that had cast me out slid from me, and timidly, I began to wonder if a solution of unity was possible. (Chapter 18)

I had fled men who did not like the color of my skin, and now I was among men who did not like the tone of my thoughts. (Chapter 19)