While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.
[On sociability in Italy:] You may be a hermit or an innkeeper.
Mothers born on relief have their babies on relief. Nothingness, truly, seems to be the condition of these New York people. They are nomads going from one rooming house to another, looking for a toilet that functions.
Canadians, do not vomit on me!
The future may be an enemy. Time can turn happy days and nights into nothing.
The famous carry about with them a great weight of patriarchal baggage-the footnotes of their lives.