Tag: Germany

Me have had better days
How far away is the rest of the world?
It looks as if she’s been waiting there for hours
I might just as well have come down here all by myself
Gone fishing
Now that I know I must go home, I almost want to go
Everything about the night feels strange
He laughs then, a queer, sad laugh
Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing
You don’t ever have to say anything
Time passes without seeming to pass
Still and all, there’s no two men the same
I want to say that I am afraid but am too afraid to say so
This is a new place, and new words are needed
Here there is room to think
I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be
Neither one of us knows what to say
We stayed strong for a very long time
We used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
Her safety was now enhanced but not insured
She had to get back underground as quickly as possible
She had spread her four membranous wings and flown into the air
But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you
Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover
I was the last of the hopeless romantics
It rained two hundred and eighty-seven days of the year
You’re kidding
Her face long and grave and bursting with expectation
Time jumps and jumps again
Gone fishing
If the work was all that trivial, why did you bother?
I am trying to recollect what it looked like
It was a subtile message
You have cast a new light on the matter
But this is not, as I gather, the machine that does the thinking?
I am accustomed by long habit to being in a chain of command
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
Shall we try to force it open?
I should not love to be your companion for any length of time
He’d not so much as twitched an eyelid
They heard, too, a distant thudding noise
Finally a horn sounded from the marshes
Why do I encounter them everywhere I go?
In truth I am no gentleman, though I can be a gentle man
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
I beg your pardon?
I see incontrovertible signs of nakedness in her
His eyes were great luminous ice-balls hanging in space
Modest. Nothing gaudy