“We are drifters. And once you have set your foot in that
path it is hard to imagine another one. Now and then I take a job as a
waitress, or a clerk, and it is pleasant for a while. Sylvia and I see all the
movies. But finally the imposture becomes burdensome, and obvious. Customers
begin to react to my smile as if it were a grimace, and suddenly something in
my manner makes them count their change. If I had the choice, I would work in a
truck stop. I like to overhear the stories strangers tell each other, and I
like the fastidious pleasure solitary people take in the smallest details of
their small comforts.”
"I was hungry enough to begin to learn that hunger has its pleasures, and
I was happily at ease in the dark, and in general, I could feel that I was
breaking the tethers of need, one by one.”
“To her the deteriorations of things were always a fresh surprise, a
disappointment not to be dwelt on.”
“Her children slept on starched sheets under layers of quilts, and in
the morning her curtains filled with light the way sails fill with wind.”
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