this time has finished me.
Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.
Our disappointment sits between us.
Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.
I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.