well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

Our disappointment sits between us.

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.