“...curse them with dirty looks for the next hour or so,
... I`m funny when I want to be funny. Damn it, I`m hilarious.
.... there on that boulevard, one hand in my inside pocket and another resting on the cab door, the world froze and went mute in a kind of revese deja vu, in which I saw Stella for the first time.
...the torn T-shirt which hardly covered her slowly freezing nakedness
... or perhaps those were the sizes of the holes in your soul, Artist, which you try to conceal with that buckets of paint?..
.. God let me find myself .”