“The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.”

“I'm waiting' for my man,Got twenty-six dollars in my hand.He's never early, he's always late,First thing you learn is that you always gotta' wait'- Waiting for the Man”

“I finally understand, I wasn't waiting to kill people, I was waiting to be killed...by a man like you...”

“I am always, always watching you. And I'll be waiting here for your feelings to catch up on my own.”

“I waited for you.""But it's a race. Why did you wait for me?""I always wait for you. I'm always waiting for you.”

“You know, I wouldn’t have done this a month ago. I wouldn’t have done it then. Then I was avoiding. Now I’m just waiting. Things happen to me. They do. They have to go ahead and happen. You watch – you wait… Things still happen here and something is waiting to happen to me. I can tell. Recently my life feels like a bloodcurdling joke. Recently my life has taken on *form* Something is waiting. I am waiting. Soon, it will stop waiting – any day now. Awful things can happen any time. This is the awful thing.”