“For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me. ”

“Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.”

“It seems to me now that my life is writing, be it only words without meaning...When I am 33 I shall put a bullet straight through me.”

“Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.”

“I sat cross-legged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make? "What's going to happen to me up ahead?”

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”

“I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.”