I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.