I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

Ralph also took some classes in philosophy and literature and felt himself on the brink of some kind of huge discovery about himself. But it never came.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.