Lewis was the only man I knew who could do with his life exactly what he wanted to. (Before)

If there was one thing I felt reasonably certain about, it was my ability to get the elements of a layout into some kind of harmonious relationship. (Before)

I looked off at the blue forms of the mountains, growing less transparent and cloudlike, shifting their positions, rolling from side to side off the road, coming back and centering in our path, and then sliding off the road again, but strengthening all the time. (September 14)

The river opened and was there. It was gray-green, very clear and yet with a certain milkiness, too; it looked as though it would turn white and foam at rocks more easily than other water. (September 14)

Every now and then I glanced down at the bow at my feet, big-handled and tense-looking, and at its two arrows slathered with house paint... (September 15)