It was something like love From another world that seized her From behind, and she gave, not lifting her head Out of dew, without ever looking, her b… - James Dickey

Something or other was being made good. I touched the knife hilt at my side, and remembered that all men were once boys, and that boys are always looking for ways to become men. Some of the ways are easy, too; all you have to do is be satisfied that it has happened.

That’s all anybody has got. It depends on how strong your fantasy is, and whether you really — really — in your own mind, fit into your own fantasy, whether you measure up to what you’ve fantasized. I don’t know what yours is, but I’ll bet you don’t come up to it.

I saw for a blazing moment
The great grassy world from both sides,
Man and beast in the round of their need.