Do it for the fat lady!

Did you ever get fed up?' I said. 'I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.

He seemed unaware of the messiness of the arrangement.

It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.