my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

too often, the only escape is sleep

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.