Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

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

Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble.

I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

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.