But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.

Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have.

I’ve never had any objection to appearing depraved or villainous. But I draw the line at looking like a prize idiot.

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with.

I grasp reality, but sometimes I like to choke it into submission.