That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.