I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

sometimes I hate you," she said.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

Humanity, you never had it to begin with.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.