Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

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.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -