Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

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

well, i don't know about you but I'm going to try everything! War, women, travel, marriage, children, the works. [...]. I want to know about things, what makes them work!

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

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

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.