Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

We use such big words to move nowhere.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.