The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

one more creature dizzy with love

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.

I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it