If you're going to hold someone down you're going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression.

Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet. "So long," she murmured from the far side of the trees.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

Being good to somebody is just like being mean to somebody. Risky. You don't get nothing for it.

Love is never any better than the lover.

And wouldn't you know he'd be a singing man.

We're all surrounded by what I call faux language, fake language of commerce, of news media.