What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us?

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

Why is the measure of love loss?

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return.

I want to get to the end and feel that I've done all I could, given the limitations and given the opportunities.

More than sex. More than money. You know, life is not endless is it? Cash, cars, cocaine, and girls. It's more than that. And there is a spiritual dimension to people...we are driven to want something more.

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.