“How else can hopes go but up?”
“what else is there to do but laugh and joke...how else can you bear up under the unbearable?”
“I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there.”
“How then is perfection to be sought? Wherein lies our hope? In education, and in nothing else.”
“Break a leg up there, and I'll be down here hopefully breaking someone elses.”
“There's no direction I can go in. If I met someone else, what meaning would there be left? If the pain goes, does that mean I never loved her? How can I get over it? I can't, I mustn't. But what else am I going to do?”