Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

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

You have my soul and I have your money

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

Our disappointment sits between us.