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

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

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.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty