And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.
I am this fiery snail crawling home.
I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.
I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.