sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.

Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

People are not good to each other. Perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

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when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

Medju nama nije bilo nikakve veze, osim sto smo pili i vodili ljubav.

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.