Without literature, life is hell.
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.