Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

It would take a hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.

Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

Hell ain't half full.

The trouble with a liar is he can't remember what he said.