A Boy Has To Peddle His Book.

I Think My Greatest Talent Really Is For Friendship.

Are The Dead As Lonesome As The Living?

Well, I'm About As Tall As A Shotgun, And Just As Noisy.

But He Does Look Stupid.' Yearning. Not Stupid. He Wants Awfully To Be On The Inside Staring Out: Anybody With Their Nose Pressed Against A Glass Is Liable To Look Stupid.

I Love New York, Even Though It Isn't Mine, The Way Something Has To Be, A Tree Or A Street Or A House, Something, Anyway, That Belongs To Me Because I Belong To It.