it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

You have my soul and I have your money

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

it's better to be happy...if you can..!!

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?