Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.

I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.