Джанки. Письма Яхе. Гомосек

"Someday I am going to have things just like I want," he said to himself. "And if any moralizing son of a bitch gives me any static, they will fish him out of the river."

He was as careless of his clothes as Lee was.

I don't mind people disliking me," Lee said. "The question is, what are they in a position to do about it? Apparently nothing, at present.

Could it be possible that I was one of those subhuman things?

There is something curiously systematic and unsexual about his quest for a suitable sex object, crossing one prospect after another off a list which seems compiled with ultimate failure in mind. On some very deep level he does not want to succeed, but will go to any length to avoid the realization that he is not really looking for sex contact.

As soon as something is written, it loses the power of surprise, just as a virus loses its advantage when a weakened virus has created alerted antibodies.

Boys in from the country in spotless white linen and rope sandals, with faces of burnished copper and fierce innocent black eyes, like exotic animals, of a dazzling sexless beauty.

It seemed to me that everyone in Mexico had mastered the art of minding his own business. If a man wanted to wear a monocle or carry a cane, he did not hesitate to do it, and no one gave him a second glance. Boys and young men walked down the street arm in arm and no one paid them any mind. It wasn't that people didn't care what others thought; it simply would not occur to a Mexican to expect criticism from a stranger, nor to criticize the behavior of others.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. When you realize it you cannot complain

Для человека, который на каждом своём шагу возводит сам для себя искуственные преграды, нет иного пути, кроме постепенной деградации.