“He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.”

“His was a lean excitable face with little bright eyes as evil as a frantic child's eyes. A cantankerous, complaining, mischievous, laughing face. He fought and argued, told dirty stories. He was as lecherous as always. Vicious and cruel and impatient, like a frantic child and the whole structure overlaid with with amusement. He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.”

“When a writer tries to explain too much, he's out of time before he begins.”

“When we get out of highschool we'll look back and know we did everything right, that we kissed the cutest boys and went to the best parties, got in just enough trouble, listened to our music too loud, smoked too many cigarettes, and drank too much and laughed too much and listened too little, or not al all.”

“He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.”

“how much he loved being alone except when he didn't, except when it got to be too much?”