They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.
A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.
The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.