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.

It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

Last words are only words.

It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.