“It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up.”
“But the day I can't shrug off a twinge of self-pity, is the day I'm washed up for keeps.”
“This train of thought was heading straight for Pity City, and she wanted to get off.”
“I just gave up one day. Around the time the news about toxic shock came out. I thought, Fuck me, man, I give up. Come and get me.”
“I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.”
“If there is any difference between you and me, it may simply be that I get up every day and have a chance to do what I love to do, every day.”