I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.