When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.

To be young is the only religion.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.