No$$$ she thought$$$ one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.

He called her a melon$$$ a pineapple$$$ an olive tree$$$ an emerald$$$ and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her$$$ tasted her$$$ seen her$$$ or all three together.

I need silence$$$ and to be alone and to go out$$$ and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world$$$ what death has done to my world.

...she always had the feeling that it was very$$$ very dangerous to live even one day.

The beauty of the world...has two edges$$$ one of laughter$$$ one of anguish$$$ cutting the heart asunder.

For books continue each other$$$ in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

It is very comforting to believe that leaders who do terrible things are$$$ in fact$$$ mad. That way$$$ all we have to do is make sure we don't put psychotics in high places and we've got the problem solved.

I will not be "famous$$$" "great." I will go on adventuring$$$ changing$$$ opening my mind and my eyes$$$ refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions$$$ not be impeded.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea$$$ travellers to walls and fences$$$ hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds$$$ the lover to the love he has forsaken.