"Death is a cloud alone in the sky with the sun."
Pg. 6

"How easily I disperse the scolding of snow."
Pg. 19

"Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives."
Pg. 32

"Give me a thrill, says the reader, give me a kick; I don't care how you succeed, or what subject you pick."
Pg. 34

"No one can tie you down or set you free."
Pg. 36

"Always too eager for the future, we pick up bad habits of expectancy."
Pg. 52

"Seeds of light were sown on the failure of evening."
Pg.60

"Where can I turn except a way, knowing myself outdistanced, out-invented?"
Pg. 96

"Only the young can be alone, freely."
Pg. 182

"Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting."
Pg. 196

"Memories strike home, like slaps in the face."
Pg. 231

"But there are some who mutter: 'Joy is for the simple or the...