I guess I have a knack for finding books that sound like they're filled with kiddie porn, but so far this has nothing to do with that and is quite enjoyable. I think I heard about Saroyan from reading Kerouac.
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[The barber:] was pretty well gone now, but he was trying not to be, and his talk was slowing down and getting serious and a little self-conscious. He seemed in fact to be a little unhappy in a kind of vague way, the way it is when the top of the alcohol happiness has been reached and a man knows he's sinking fast, sinking into the lonely sleep of a small boy who expects a lot some day and is pretty sure he expects too much.
You live love, you don't talk it, you live it every minute, work at it, you never let it get away, you live it because there's no other decent way to live. The saying of the words embarrassed him, for they stank, they lied, they had always lied, they oversimplified, they made a gag out of the only decent way to stay alive, loving, no matter what, loving in spite of the lies, in spite of the truth, in spite of the ugliness, in spite of the hatred, in spite of the madness, the damned unbalance, the incalculable difference, the alienations, the irresponsibilities, the malicious mischief, the arrogance, the scheming, the pretending, the deceiving.