“Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.”

“Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers”

“I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.”

“Because I was single, there was a chance I was a homosexual. Because I went to Syracuse, wherever that was, then I was probably a Communist. Or worse, a Liberal. Because I was from Memphis, I was a subversive intent on embarrassing Ford County.”

“Part of her followed him, wherever it was that he went.”

“But in the end I understood this language. I understood it, I understand it, all wrong perhaps. That is not what matters. It told me to write the report. Does this mean I am freer now than I was? I do not know. I shall learn. Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.”