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We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
jumbo fried grasshoppers, if you will.
And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It’s good for you.
She whored in the interest of espionage, and so did I.
No young person on earth is so excellent in all respects as to need no uncritical love.
If this image is in bad taste, God help me. Everybody is supposed to play games for mental health.
was late autumn. Oysters had come back in season, and we were feasting on a dozen apiece.
“My life is nothing but room for you,” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.”
If you are the friend I think you are, you’ll do me the honor of believing the friend I think I am when I speak the truth.”
I was also carrying, for whimsy, a cane.
I am so much a credulous plaything of my senses that nothing is unreal to me.
“I find it very easy to love you,” said Resi. “I always have.”
I suppose it’s the idea of movement that excites me; I’ve been sitting still so long.”
What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity.
smoked cigarettes all the way, began to think of myself as a lightning bug.
