this time has finished me.
I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.
That's what friendship means: sharing the prejudice of experience.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you