Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.

When I heard the word ''stream'' uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristam Shandy, not to mention the "Agamemnon."

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.

What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?