Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

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

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

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

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

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.

I thought, When a man is properly drunk it is as though he is an a room by himself--there is a physical, impenetrable separation between him and his fellows.