He doesn't want you for friends, that's why he did it. You see, when guys have been in the line as long as we have, you find out i...t's no good to make friends, 'cause when a friend gets it--well, it's rough on you. The buddies that come with you you're stuck with, but you don't make no new ones. It's the dyin' truth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All the old supports going, gone, this man reaches out a hand to steady himself on a ledge of rough brick that is warm in the sun:... his hand feeds him messages of solidity, but his mind messages of destruction, for this breathing substance, made of earth, will be a dance of atoms, he knows it, his intelligence tells him so: there will soon be war, he is in the middle of war, where he stands will be a waste, mounds of rubble, and this solid earthy substance will be a film of dust on ruins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I try to make a rough music, a dance of the mind, a calculus of the emotions, a driving beat of praise out of the pain and mystery... that surround me and become me. My poems are meant to make your mind get up and shout.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Karen: I never knew it could be like this. Nobody ever kissed me the way you do. Sergeant Warden: Nobody?... Karen: No, nobody. Sergeant Warden: Not even one? Out of all the men you've been kissed by? Karen: Well, that would take some figuring. How many men do you think there've been? Sergeant Warden: I wouldn't know. Can't you give me a rough estimate? Karen: Not without an adding machine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The widow Douglas, she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, ...considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags, and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer, he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I felt more than ever the necessity of my mission. But I went home out of spirits, I hardly know why. I must work by myself all li...fe long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The foolish fears of what might happen. I cast them all away... Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay, Among the husking of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod Where ill thoughts die and good are born-- Out in the fields with God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Dirty fellow!" exclaimed the Captain, seizing both her wrists, "hark you, Mrs. Frog, you'd best hold your tongue; for I must make... bold to tell you, if you don't, that I shall make no ceremony of tripping you out of the window, and there you may lie in the mud till some of your Monseers come to help you out of it."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »