it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.