So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come

I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did, unless I caused it.

That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

lay down. lay down like an animal and wait.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.