Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.

Hurried business is bad business.

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

Why were you feeling low? Why does anyone? It creeps up on you from time to time.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

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.