There's a capacity for appetite... that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.

I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.

It is strange how a man believes he can think better in a special place. I have such a place, have always had it, but I know it isn't thinking I do there, but feeling and experiencing and remembering. It's a safety place. Everyone must have one, although I never heard a man tell of it.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

It’s all fine to say, “Time will heal everything, this too shall pass away. People will forget”—and things like that when you are not involved, but when you are there is no passage of time, people do not forget and you are in the middle of something that does not change.