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702 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1974
I felt much better now that I could see the situation so clearly in black and white
Everyone was interchangeable. Black and white no longer existed
Now that chignons were no longer worn low on the neck it was harder to dress one’s hair even if one had been accustomed to doing so
Prostitutes aren’t allowed to solicit on Broadway but walk along very fast with their eyes on the ground—a most curious sight. They’re called ‘Street Walkers,’ and if they can get a customer they beckon him into a side street where the police don’t interfere
During the great hunger of the Forties all the wildlife had been killed for food, and although the animals were said to have returned they kept themselves well hidden
the most important thing of all was that I should be myself. “If you try to be someone other than yourself you’ll never be happy,” he had said. “You’ve got to be honest with yourself so that you can be honest with other people.”
The only side I had to take was my own
It was the past, the uncomplicated past seen far away at the end of the golden corridor of nostalgia
It was the beauty of a thousand yesterdays and perhaps of a thousand tomorrows
“You did what you felt to be best,(...). You couldn’t have done more.
“It’s not enough to do one’s best. One should do what one knows to be right"