I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

She really did like me, the idiot.

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.