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Jeg var lost i mørket og regnet. VAR jeg virkelig en slags idiot? Var det jeg sjøl som fikk disse tingene til å hende meg? Det var mulig. Det var mulig at jeg var en slags undermåler, at det var bare flaks at jeg var i live.
That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows. I wasn't very good on the exchange of vows.
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly - all else is desperation.
I finally got dressed. I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.
Women are meant to suffer. No wonder they ask for constant declarations of love.
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was - with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what - I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life: it's killing us."
I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.
Old ladies standing in halls, up and down the streets, asking the same question as if they were one person with one voice: "Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you feel like screaming: "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?"
The ocean,” I said, “look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We’re like those poor fish, only we’re up here. One bad move and you’re finished. It’s nice to be a champion. It’s nice to know your moves
Jonstone in the sky, have Mercy! I was lost in the dark and in the rain. WAS I some kind of idiot, actually? Did I make things happen to myself? It was possible. It was possible I was subnormal, that I was lucky just to be alive.