All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

When women agree with me I always do the other thing.

She slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . Ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.).

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.