Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
I am a series of small victories and large defeats.
but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.
I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.
What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies