Entropy Increases. Things Fall Apart.

He Just Waited Until I Stopped Talking And Said, 'jesus, Kid, You're Almost A Detective. All You Need Now Is A Gun, A Gut, And Three Ex-wives. So What's Your Theory?

If People Were Like Rain, I Was Like Drizzle And She Was A Hurricane.

"you Are Fairly Smart," I Said After A While. "you Are Fairly Good At Compliments," He Answered.

You Say You're Not Special Because The World Doesn't Know About You, But That's An Insult To Me. I Know About You.

My Interest As A Writer Is Not In Reflecting Actual Human Speech, Which, Of Course, Does Not Occur In Sentences And Is Totally Undiagrammable. My Interest Is In Trying To Reflect The Reality Of Experience - How We Feel When We Talk To Each Other, How We Feel When We're Engaging With Questions That Interest Us.