So if it’s on the ground, it’s poop.  If it’s under your microscope, it’s scat.  If it’s running down your neck, it’s shit.


“To that which you tame, you owe your life,” he said.

[Owls] mate for life, and when an owl’s mate dies, he doesn’t necessarily go out and find another partner.  Instead, he might turn his head to face the tree on which he’s sitting and stare fixedly in a deep depression until he dies.

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead,” he suggested.  “After that my own rule is to let everything alone.”

“She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her.”

He felt married to her, that’s all.

Almost five years!  There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams – not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.

“I hate careless people.  That’s why I like you.”

Her grey sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

… for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.  Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.