Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.

The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.

Victory fades so quickly that it is scarcely apparent and it is always the face of defeat that we are able to see.

Sometimes when a man gets older he has a revelation and wants awfully bad to get back to the place where he left his life, but he can't get to that place- not often.

I feel that I have done everything, absolutely everything wrong, but perhaps something nice will happen anyway.

I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.

Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.