He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.

I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

Hunger is good discipline.

No horse named Morbid ever won a race.