"Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."

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

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.