“The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.”
“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”
“Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.”
“I was gonna put him on the bus...I got tired of him talking, it was time for him to go home.”
“I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.”
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”