Book: Death is a lonely business

He was not sure that I know, and I don't correct, and both of us trying to guess if he's armed the other.
And we are both a coward! - said the stranger. And both afraid to experience one another.
The walrus went on. Oysters followed him.

Jeez, you even standing here, rotting away! you are an insult to society! You hate everything, everyone, anything and everything! they themselves now admit it! So you poison all your dirt, and his stinky breath! Your dirty linen is your banner! You raise it on a pole to send the wind. Oh, you, A. L. Stranger - the personification of the Apocalypse!

- Haven't been here since childhood. It smells like the ocean. And what else? Rot like that. Oh, this is pierce. You live here, scribbler?
- You wanted to ask: "if There lives a Famous American Writer?" Here.
- I hope your novels smell better?
- I hope, if I live and they will be written.

- Senseless evil, ' he said.
What?
- Shakespeare it fully, nor have you, and I, and generally everyone. Senseless nastiness. You these words on what is not direct? But they mean that some bastard running around town and doing their dirty work for no reason. Or it seems to us that for no reason.
- No reason no one will commit outrages, even scum.
- Yeah? - gently snorted kramli. - We're so innocent!

I didn't bother to knock. A few years ago just out of stupid curiosity, I tried to knock, feeling like a complete idiot and left.

... The world's greatest writer but no one knew except myself.

I raised the window and leaned out, peering into the rainy darkness behind.
I couldn't tell, what's left is a city full of people or only one person is full of despair - nothing has been seen nor heard.

- Give me time to think, baby, - said kramli.
And to give you time to become an accessory to murder.

Okay, do what you want. Be a fool like all men.

Water ran down my arm, dripping to the palm and fingers poured onto the page.

If you don't have the ocean, come and pool. If there is no pool, turn on the shower. Then you can scream and howl and cry all you want, and nobody will know, nobody will hear. Ever used it?

Once I walk out of a movie in the daylight, I feel overwhelmed by sadness. Anything eyes do not look.

In College we had four thousand students. So of them only fifteen boys and fourteen girls with me watched the stars. Others were running along the paths and watching their own feet.

Up to two thousand, no one will not think that there and as. Who cares? Only comic book characters, Yes you, you are our interplanetary Outlander, Flash Gordon! Just crazy, my dear Buck Rogers!