I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death.

This beer is good for you. This is draft beer. Stick with the beer. Let's go and beat this guy up and come back and drink some more beer.

Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh.

And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.