An they is cheering me - idiot or not.

My notes from book - Forrest Gump by Winston Groom

  • p18 We'd run a lot of races before, to see how fast we could run, but I get a lot faster when I'm bein chased, I guess. What idiot wouldn't?
  • p43 Well' I reckon I might have figgered that out myself, but to be honest, it was not somethin I wanted to know. Sometimes, however, a man got to look at the facts.
  • p86 I shrug my shoulders an nod my head, but somethin down in me sinking fast. I am jus a po ole idiot, an now I have got the whole human rae to look after.
  • p87 The Chinamen is nice, too, an they is very different sorts of gooks from what I seen in Vietnam. Forst off, they is neat an clean an very polite. Second, they is not trying to murder me.
  • p158 All the way there he be sluggin down Red Dagger wine an saying that a shitty place the world is to live in. Maybe he's right. I don't know. I'm just a idiot anyhow.
  • p174 An they is cheering me - idiot or not.
  • p238 But let me tell you this: sometimes at night, when I look up at the stars, an see the whole sky jus laid out there, don't you think I ain't rememberin it all. I still got dreams like anybody else, an ever so often, I am thinking about how things might of been. An then, all of a sudden, I'm forty, fifty, sixty years ole, you know? Well, so what? I may be a idiot, but most of the time, anyway, I tried to do the right thing - an dreams is jus dreams, ain't they? So whatever else has happened, I am figgering this: I can always look back an say, at least I ain't led no hum-drum life. You know what I mean?