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.

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

Without literature, life is hell.

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

Never trust a man in a jumpsuit

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.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.