Human Beings Are Struggling, And So They

Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next Year I Will Kill Myself. But I Might As Well Last Out My Month's Rent, Which Has Been Paid Up.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

I Am The Only Real Truth I Know.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.