I have always hated bowling, and I don't mind admitting it.
Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.
One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.
He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.
Sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.
That's where Time magazine lives ... way out there on the puzzled, masturbating edge, peering through the keyhole and selling what they see to the big wide world of chamber of commerce voyeurs who support the public prints.