“I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.”

“I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way.”

“I am an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.”

“I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.”

“And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.”

“A man must find time for himself. Time is what we spend our lives with. If we are not careful we find others spending it for us. . . . It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?' . . . If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time—the stuff of life.”

“I've written some poetry I don't understand myself”