But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
Tomorrow is another day toward death.
You've only got so long to live.
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.
I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.