How are his poems?""He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

Bad tastecreates many more millionaires than good taste. It finallyboiled down to a matter of who got the most votes. In theland of the moles a mole was king

A mí cada vez que alguien me hablaba me entraban ganas de tirarme por la ventana o de escapar en el ascensor. La gente, simplemente, no me resultaba interesante. Quizá no tenía por qué serlo. Pero los animales, los pájaros, incluso los insectos lo eran. No podía entenderlo.

بارمن بهم گفت:((می‌دونی چیه پسر ؟))((نه، چیه ؟))((می‌خوام همینجا وسط بار یه لوله‌ی گاز بکشم، درست تا همین صندلی که بیست و چهار ساعته روش نشستی.سرش هم یه شیر می‌ذارم.))((لوله‌ی گاز؟))((آره.تا هر وقت هوس کردی تمومش کنی شیر رو باز کنی و چندتا نفس عمیق بکشی و خلاص شی...))گفتم ((واقعاً خیلی لطف داری جیم.))

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.