Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.
To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
Guys like us got nothing to look ahead to
If I was alone I could live so easy. I could go get a job an' work, an' no trouble.
Out of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.
Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.