You're the oddest person I've ever met, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

She looks up at me, still rocking. “Henry . . . why did me decide to do this again?” “Supposedly when it’s over they hand you a baby and let you keep it.” “Oh yeah.” --Wednesday, September 5, 2001

I love. I have loved. I will love.

I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, comes to be united with his facsimile.

You're the oddest person I've ever met, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.

There's always world enough and time.