Fragments memorables. I - The Grapes of Wrath

They sat silently in the coal-back cave of vines. Ma said, “How I’m gonna know ‘bout you? They might kill ya an’ I wouldn’t know. They might hurt ya. How’m gonna know?”
Tom laughed uneasily, “Well, maybe like Casy says, a fella ain’t got a soul of his own, but on’y a piece of a big one –an’ then-“
“Then what, Tom?”
“Then it don’t matter. Then I’ll be aroun’ in the dark. I’ll be ever’where, wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an’ –I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folks eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build –why, I’ll be there. See? God, I’m talkin’ like Casy. Comes of thinkin’ about him so much. Seem like I can see him sometimes.
“I don’ un’erstan’,” Ma said. “I don’ really know.”
“Me neither,” Said Tom. “It’s just stuff I been thinkin’ about. Get thinkin’ a lot when you ain’t movin’ aroun’. You got to get back, Ma.”
“You take the money then.”
He was silent for a moment. “Awright,” he said.

John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath