The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.