I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?
Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, “God, I love you” and looked to the sky and really meant it. “I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.” To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who… burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.