Savor the imminent weirdness of the day.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

As the poet says, all happy couples are alike, it's the unhappy ones who create the stories. I'm no longer a story. Happiness has made me fade into real life.

You are a real find and you keep me satisfied, up to a point. After all, I'm a malcontent and you can't change that.

When blame has been assigned, the story is over.

My God, the corruptions of literature. It put all these notions into our heads.

Literature is not an instruction manual.