He was never without misery, and never without hope.
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.
I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.
I write longhand and I type and I rewrite on the typed pages.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
I never even realized I was Jewish until I was practically grown up. Or rather, I used to feel that everybody in the world was Jewish, which amounts to the same thing.