With the thought came the recollection of a poem he had once heard read, about a mouse so frightened it went to the cat for love. - Robert Stone

If somebody ever tells you, Geraldine, that they need you, you tell them to buy a dog.

A different voice sounded from the field now, an old man's voice.
"Where are they now," the voice asked sadly, "those godly farms, the dear little streets of homely homes and friendly faces? Ploughed under, I say, or about to be - in this black age of arrogance and agitation, misfits and miscegenation! Friends, a teeming rootless rabble gnaws at the sacred fabric of our way of life. The sun shone less brightly on God's country this morning."

Don't go alone to lonely places.