the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.

Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.