Never I got so hurt-scared-lost, that the pain came out rushing through my mouth...
My only comfort I guess it's Hope... Hope that something might grow from a sadness so big, that the wind feels dispirited and the sun turned into melted sorrow.
“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making
itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all
so self conscience, so apparently moral...But I won't have it. The
world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous...more
extravagant and bright. We are...raising tomatoes when we should be
raising Cain, or Lazarus.”