“Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“It was awful, he cried, awful, awful!Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?”

“...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”

“Here am I shedding one of my life-skins and all they will say is, 'Bernard is spending ten days in Rome'.”