It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.
I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.
Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.
He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.
She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.
It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.