Wait and wait. Most people’s lives are spent waiting.
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
Most boys have seasons of wishing they could die gloriously instead of just being grocery clerks and going on with their humdrum lives.
She is always pretending she loves me, but look at her now. Am I in her thoughts? Is there a tender look in her eyes? Is she dreaming of me as she walks along the streets?
You see it is likely that, when my brother told the story, that night when we got home and my mother and sister sat listening, I did not think he got the point. He was too young and so was I. A thing so complete has its own beauty.
To be civilized, really, is to be aware of the others, their hopes, their gladnesses, their illusions about life.