They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.

Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.