we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

I hope that death contains less than this.