People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

You always pay too much. Particularly for promises. There aint no such thing as a bargain promise.

Each the others world entire.

and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead.

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.