And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.
That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?
Don't clap too hard - it's a very old building.
A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.
It is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones.
I must say it's pretty dreary living in the American Age - unless you're an American of course. Perhaps all our children will be Americans.