Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.