Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.