If character is destiny, the good are damned.
He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.
I think that maybe inside any business, there is someone slowly going crazy
There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.
He knew everything about literature except how to enjoy it.
Only Hungry Joe had something better to do each time he finished his missions. He had screaming nightmares and won fist fights with Huple's cat.