there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.
No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.
I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age
This incompleteness is all we have.