Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.

Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they’re part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they’re not true — why, then you get offended because you can’t remember the first part. All you know is that you’ve been called a liar.

...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.