All Right, Then, I Thought:

Not That We Were Incompatible: We Just Had Nothing To Talk About.

I May Not Look It, But I Can Be A Very Patient Guy. And Killing Time Is One Of My Specialities.

I Contented Myself With Whiskey, For Medicinal Purposes. It Helped Numb My Various Aches And Pains. Not That The Alcohol Actually Reduced The Pain; It Just Gave The Pain A Life Of Its Own, Apart From Mine.

Sometimes When I Think Of Life, I Feel Like A Piece Of Driftwood Washed Up On Shore.

As I See It, You Are Living With Something That You Keep Hidden Deep Inside. Something Heavy. I Felt It From The First Time I Met You. You Have A Strong Gaze, As If You Have Made Up Your Mind About Something. To Tell You The Truth, I Myself Carry Such Things Around Inside. Heavy Things. That Is How I Can See It In You.