we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.

Our disappointment sits between us.

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. ‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’ ‘Oh, a writer, eh?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘No, I’m not.’ ‘What do you write?’ ‘Short stories mostly. And I’m halfway through a novel.’ ‘A novel, eh?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What’s the name of it?’ ‘”The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.”‘ ‘Oh, I like that. What’s it about?’ ‘Everything.’ ‘Everything? You mean, for instance, it’s about cancer?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How about my wife?’ ‘She’s in there too.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.