Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.

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

You have to have been in love to write poetry.

What good are insights? They only make things worse.

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.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

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.