When the time is gone, you can never get it back.
He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.
What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.
Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people's heads is none of their smucking business.
Whatever came to mind, whatever came to hand, I would read.
Well, I'm like a drug addict, I'm always saying I'm going to stop, and then I don't, what I've said consistently is that I hope I know when to stop: when it starts to get repetitive.