My dad was a cotton buyer and cotton buyers always considered themselves superior to the rest of the world.
...you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.
I have a great deal of experience in justifying myself to myself.
When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.
Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!
Also, I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time - time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.