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.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

What good are insights? They only make things worse.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.

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

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.