A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.

Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.

People would be bored shitless if they had to love only the good in someone they care about.

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.