“I had nothing better to do, had I, except recount my money and repaint my finger-nails and die of frustration?”
“I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment of my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment.”
“I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion”
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
“No, it was not the money that I valued—what I wanted was to make all this mob of Heintzes, hotel proprietors, and fine ladies of Baden talk about me, recount my story, wonder at me, extol my doings, and worship my winnings.”
“When Carri died, I felt like I had lost everything, except my life, and my memories of her. Now I can’t even dream of her...”