Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.