After you, it's all cheap tequila.

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Those that yield are not always weak

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

Spontaneity is the province of youth