I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man's vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet again that I was a tourist here.

Price. You're priceless.

I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.