We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.

You can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

Things you think you're saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.

To hell with facts! We need stories.