“All I ask of life, he says, is a bunch of books, a bunch of dreams, and a bunch of cunt.”
“There was another thing I heartily disbelieved in - work. Work, it seemed to me even at the threshold of life, is an activity reserved for the dullard. It is the very opposite of creation, which is play… The part of me which was given up to work, which enabled my wife and child to live in the manner which they unthinkingly demanded, this part of me which kept the wheel turning - a completely fatuous, ego-centric notion! - was the least part of me. I gave nothing to the world in fulfilling t
“Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.”
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William F. DeVault
Charles J. Givens
S. Robson Walton