“I never trusted anybody at all. I don't know why it was so hard, I just didn't.”
“I don't know why I bother arguing with anybody sometimes, it never changes a damn thing.”
“I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.”
“Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.”
“Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I don't know why. It's just one of those mystery facts.”
“I don't know why I still find it so hard to accept that words are faulty and by their very nature innacurate”