when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.
It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.