We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

sometimes I hate you," she said.

My ambition is handicapped by laziness

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.