Listening to music that I hate calms me down.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, if I run out of women.

Alzheimer's disease is death before death, and I'm terrified of it.

Death is not the end. Death is an ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.

I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.

Satellite images, maps and blueprints of the whole world, of every city. We could look it up and know what's there in someone else's words. Or we could get wicked drunk and just go.

I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don’t have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.