“...Is it just another pore expanding? God, I already have pores the size of pudding cups, that's the last thing I need, another pore...to fill in with spackle.”
“I reckon some parsons have a right to tell you to be good. The bishop of this hyeh territory has a right. But I'll tell yu' this: a middlin' doctor is a pore thing, and a middlin' lawyer is a pore thing; but keep me from a middlin' man of God.”
“I need you." Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.”
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”
“You need to become a pen in the Sun's hand. We need for the earth to sing through our pores and eyes.”
“I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.”