You’re like a starving person whose stomach is shrunk up from not having any food. You’re shrunk up from not wanting nothing.

...the thought went through his mind that beauty is a spark which flares up when two ages meet across the distance of time, that beauty is a clean sweep of chronology, a rebellion against time.

Occasionally, he would exclaim over a view or regard with admiration some passing marvel of nature, but mostly to him hiking was a tiring, dirty, pointless slog between distantly spaced comfort zones.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

Written By Joan Rivers

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