Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

Your laughter is like cool water to me," I said. I felt my heart sob at these strange words, and it would not have been hard to summon tears: Strange. " "You are so serious all of a sudden," she told me. "I am not any one thing," I said. (137)

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?

Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.

You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability.

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

I had never been with a woman for longer than a night, and they had always been whores. And while throughout each of these speedy encounters I tried to maintain a friendliness with the women, I knew in my heart it was false, and afterward always felt remote and caved in. I had in the last year or so given up whores entirely, thinking it best to go without rather than pantomime human closeness.