I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.