I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.

Youth endures all things, kings and poetry and love. Everything but time.

There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.

...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.

Consideration touches more deeply and longer than passion.

Home is where you hang your hangover.