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

All you will get from me is death.

I will never be a leader of men, and neither do I want to be one, and neither do I want to be led. I thought: I want to lead only myself.

The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.

...I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled in morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope that your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.

I will admit he is unusual, but that is perhaps the closest I could come to complimenting him.

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.