“I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.”

“I speak out of the deep of nightout of the deep of darknessand out of the deep of night I speak.if you come to my house, friendbring me a lamp and a window I can look throughat the crowd in the happy alley.”

“I took big, hungry bites out of life, and I'm still not full.”

“My favorite pastime is staring out the window. When I go on tour, I can spend hours and hours just staring out the window, thinking about nothing. I love all that.”

“Why watch reality TV when I can just open my blinds and look out my window to all the reality I can handle?”

“Outside the seasons passed: sun, snow, spring green, October storms . . . was this a vision of my future? When would the shunning hero come, to set the clock if my life in motion again? Would he come some morning, or in the night? In April or December? This year? Next year? I shuddered. No, I wouldn't just sit and wait. I wanted to go out. Maybe there were new men out there, better men, men who'd just been waiting for me. Somewhere someone is always waiting for someone.”