Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.

It's just that the grape has me down.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.