When I don't feel hurt, I hope they bury me.
The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.
All men are Jews, though few men know it.
It was all those biographies in me yelling, 'We want out. We want to tell you what we've done to you.'
As long as a man stays alive he can't tell what chances will pop up next. But a dead man signs no checks.
We can't all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers.