The world is full of actors pretending to be human

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

She's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny. I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go to the park, and that's what she is, roller-skate skinny. You'd like her.

I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).

Sleep tight, ya morons!