human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.