Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want. " "What do we want?" I asked blurrily. "Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted. " "What was that?" He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.
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.