I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

We Poor Cousins don’t care at all though, except for when we’re on welfare, broke, starving, unable to buy cool high-tops for our children or pay for their university tuition or purchase massive fourth homes on private islands with helicopter landing pads. But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

David Bergen is a master of taut, spare prose that's both erotic and hypnotic. . . .

Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.