“It fills me with such feelings that I don't know whether to laugh or cry.”

“I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.”

“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”

“Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.”

“I don't know anything anymore”

“And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.”

“I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.”