“we drove on and on,past little villages and both good things andbad things were happening to thepeople in those villages too,but I still was nothingbut arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd beeither some good luck for me ormore death tomorrow.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.”

“when I was a boy I used to dream of becomingthe village idiot.I used to lie in bed and imagine myself thehappy idiotable to get food easily...and easy sympathy,a planned confusion of not too much love or effort.some would claim that I have succeeded.”

“a good bookcan make an almostimpossibleexistence,liveable( from 'the luck of the word' )”

“There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.”

“people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.”

“I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.”