I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

We agreed to love each other madly.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I like it because its ugly

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.