There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

I do not like to work and have no trade but i do like to eat, so this is basic, the basic training of slaves to fear.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.