“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”
“So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.”
“Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??”
“Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world. ”
“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”
“Believe in the holy contour of life”