"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

The beauty of things must be that they end.