A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
William FaulknerThe whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene.
William FaulknerThere were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp.
William Faulkner