Girls had a way of blotting out all lesser, but not thereby despicable, delights. Girls were for dessert. - Fritz Leiber

I thought of how people are like planets—lonely little forts of mind with immense black distance barring them off from each other.

It was always worth everything to get away by himself, climb a bit, and study the heavens.

I’ll have to learn to snowshoe. I had my first lesson this morning and cut a ludicrous figure. I’ll be virtually a prisoner until I learn my way around. But any price is worth paying to get away from the thought-destroying din and soul-killing routine of the city!