Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

I got you a present." "Did you?" "It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.

The very young and the very old often saw what others could not. Or would not.

I wouldn't waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you'll have at the end of your life is wasted time.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."