"I knew every raindrop by its name."
"Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us."
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Source: Denis Johnson (2009). “Jesus' Son: Stories”, p.31, Farrar, Straus and Giroux
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