Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.

I drink to make other people more interesting.