What are you going to do in London? "Rest from the eyes. Ever notice the eyes along the street. Ever notice them? Looking for something. And in this … - J. P. Donleavy

All I want
Is one break
Which is not
My neck.

Balthazar B standing on this grey wet pavement. The rain falling through a halo of lamplight. A post office, butcher, grocer and newsagent. Lonely houses behind high hedges. The wind with a seaweed smell off the sea. This girl thinly standing, clutching her handbag. The rear red light of the taxi still seen after its sound is gone.

If you don't live with kids they grow to hate you. If you live with them they hate you more. Not a shred of respect. [...] Take my money, and then look me in the eye and say who asked you to be our father.