Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

I hope that death contains less than this.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.

I have no time for things that have no soul.