and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

she’s mad, but she’s magic.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

We use such big words to move nowhere.

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

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