“I went up to the terrace again and looked out on the tawny, many-alleyed city. At night it looked carved from brown sugar.”

“I looked up from the street and again at the wretched captives. I vowed not to let the noises of the city drown out their voices or rob me of my past. It was less painful to forget, but I would look and I would remember.”

“I speak out of the deep of nightout of the deep of darknessand out of the deep of night I speak.if you come to my house, friendbring me a lamp and a window I can look throughat the crowd in the happy alley.”

“Mother went out again tonight, looking like a courtesan.”

“I went into the house. I put on Jimi Hendrix's 'Red House' at full volume, filled the glass to the brim with rum, without ice, and went back to the terrace. To gaze at the night and the dark sea and the night.”

“Alone on the terrace looking up at the stars I would not feel lonely. With him glued to the screen, I feel gutted...”