And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.
Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.
She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.
But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.