“I was a protestor. I was such a protestor that I regularly protested things that might have been good for me.”

“Protestors? At a funeral?”

“I honk at protestors to show my support, and also tell them to get the fuck out of my way.”

“hope had become despair, protestors had become terrorists, love had become sex, music had become noise, and us had become me.”

“So -- I confess I have been a rake at reading. I have read those things which I ought not to have read, and I have not read those things which I ought to have read, and there is no health in me -- if by health you mean an inclusive and coherent knowledge of any body of great literature. I can only protest, like all rakes in their shameful senescence, that I have had a good time.”

“I might have been different, I might have been as good as you - wiser - almost stainless. I envy your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory.”