Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created - nothing.

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

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.