Sure, Everything Is Ending," Jules Said, "but

This Is The Music Business. 'five Years Is Five Hundred Years' - Your Words.

I Felt No Shame In These Activities, Because I Understood What Almost No One Else Seemed To Grasp: That There Was Only An Infinitesimal Difference, A Difference So Small That It Barely Existed Except As A Figment Of The Human Imagination, Between Working In A Tall Green Glass Building On Park Avenue And Collecting Litter In A Park. In Fact, There May Have Been No Difference At All.

I Guess In My Own Life, Privacy, Anonymity, And The Mystery Of Being Lost Are Important. I Also Feel That People Are Mysterious And Complex No Matter What They Do, And No Matter How Hard They Try To Reveal Their Own Mystery.

But It Was Another Girl, Young And New To The City, Fiddling With Her Keys.

Time’s A Goon, Right? You Gonna Let That Goon Push You Around?” Scotty Shook His Head. “the Goon Won.