for a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone until I get as much as the average man has had

sometimes I hate you," she said.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like anybody else, I like something that tends to last.

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.