Oh, So Seldom Does Fate Cast Our

Sit Around The Bars, Talked To People, Ate In The Restaurants, And Chatted With The Old Ladies On The Street. Fishermen Are Pretty Much That Way.

The Ending Is One Of My Blackest, Utterly Without Hope Of Any Sort.

I Have Always Had A Particular Antagonism For The Military.

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.

I Do Not Take Any Pleasure Whatsoever In Being A Famous Person.