I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.

There is light somewhere.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.