All things come to him who mates.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

sometimes i wish i'd been an englishman; american life is so damned dumb and stupid and healthy

Sometimes I wish I'd went through those good times stone cold sober so I could remember everything," he said, "but then again, if I had been sober the times probably wouldn't have been worth remembering.

i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read" "read what?" "everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.