The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.