the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

of one hundred movies there's one that is fair, one that's good and ninety eight that are very bad. most movies start badly and steadily get worse

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

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.