when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

They were beautiful nothings

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.