“I feel the hate,Welling up inside,And it's to late,Nowhere to run and hide.”

“Bridge is nowhere; over the bridge, you feel an emptiness inside you. Bridge is nowhere.”

“I hate when people do this. I hate when people hide their cards to feel secret and strong. That's no way of dealing with anything.”

“I just miss him, that's all." I feel tears welling again. "I hate that we don't play cards anymore. I hate waking up alone.”

“But the most dangerous thing in the world in the world is to run the risk of waking up one morning and realizing suddenly that all this time you've been living without really and truly living and by then it's too late. When you wake up to that kind of realization, it's too late for wishes and regrets. It's even too late to dream.”

“Well, that went well,” I muttered to my cock, which had optimistically jumped up when I did. All pumped up with nowhere to go. I took it for a shower and gave it a few strokes to make it feel better, but it wasn’t fooled. It knew it was just my hand tugging on it.”