If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
She's quite intelligent, in my stupidity.
How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire
I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
It’s history. It’s poetry.