What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.
They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.
Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!