“I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.”
“I know I experience great consolation when my mouth is between a woman’s legs. I think it must be because I’m drinking in her happiness.”
“Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman’s legs.”
“I and my companions suffer from a disease of the heart which can be cured only with gold.”
“Some women will spread a lie faster and wider than they’d spread their legs. These women are worse than whores. These women are politicians.”
“Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.”