I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

sometimes I hate you," she said.

I knew it would be you

He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.

… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.