Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

If you own a rug you own too much.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

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

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.