Which would your men rather be, tired, or dead?
I have been tight as a tick! Fried as a mink! Stiff as a goat!
You remind me of a smoked cigarette.
I'm not tired of the work... I'm tired in the work.
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
Old religious factions are volcanoes burnt out.
You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .
You look as if you had lived on duty and it hadn't agreed with you.
When all my friends insisted that they were feeling jaded, it struck me as an affected pose. To me, everything is always new.
Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.
