I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

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

There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.

You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?

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

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.

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