A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

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

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.