all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.

Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.