from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.
I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.
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.