“He made so many people uneasy. Everyone was always very friendly toward him, and no one was ever very nice; everyone spoke to him, and no one ever said anything.”

“People with motorcycles always assume that everyone without one wants a ride. I didn't want to offend him, so I said sure.”

“The country was so vast, of course, that one or a hundred or a thousand men could have very little effect. And how, anyway, could one fault a people bringing schools and churches and all the goods of industry? Still, there was always something about newcomers laying claim that made him uneasy, as though he were being robbed some way, or made to give over something he had never thought to value.”

“People felt themselves watching him even before they knew that there was anything different about him. His eyes made a person think that he heard things that no one else had ever heard, that he knew things no one had ever guessed before. He did not seem quite human.”

“He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.”

“Nature BoyThere was a boyA very strange enchanted boyThey say he wandered very far, very farOver land and seaA little shyAnd sad of eyeBut very wiseWas heAnd then one dayA magic day he passed my wayAnd while we spoke of many things, fools and kingsThis he said to me“The greatest thingYou’ll ever learnIs just to loveAnd be lovedIn return”