Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.
Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?
I felt early on I wasn't going to be a respectable citizen.
The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.
Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now
The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here. Yeah. You don't think that's so great. It's okay.