I Still Have A Little Whiskey Left

They Laughed. Things Were Funny. They Weren't Afraid To Care. There Was No Sense To Life, To The Structure Of Things.

And Yet Women-good Women--frightened Me Because They Eventually Wanted Your Soul, And What Was Left Of Mine, I Wanted To Keep.

I Have Gotten So Used To Melancholia That I Greet It Like An Old Friend.

... To Die On A Kitchen Floor At 7 O'clock In The Morning While Other People Are Frying Eggs Is Not So Rough Unless It Happens To You.

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.