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

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

If you let them kill you, they will