It is hard to find a friend,' I said. 'It is the hardest thing in this world,' he agreed.

He is not bad, I don't think. Perhaps he is simply too lazy to be good.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

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

It is true, I thought. I am living a life.

Luck was something you either earned or invented through strength of character. You had to come by it honestly; you could not trick or bluff your way into it.

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