“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.”

“I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”

“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”

“I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?”

“It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.”

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

“Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.”