Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.

Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.

She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn't as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.

God, I wish you could have been there.

Liberate yourself from my vice-like grip!

The world is full of actors pretending to be human