“You wanna know something," was Dad's refrain while we were growing up, "get a book." Of course,he predates Google, but it stuck with me.”

“He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.”

“I want a woman, Dad. I want somebody to love me. I wanna to be free again. I wanna walk in the backyard on the grass. I wanna put my bare feet in the ocean. I wanna run along the sand and feel it on my feet. I wanna stand up in the shower with the hot water streaming down my legs, in the morning...I wanna explode, Dad. I wanna get out of this fucking body I'm in. I wanna be a man again...I just wanna be a man again.”

“Google “brooklyn writer” and you’ll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?”

“I wanna get backTo the old daysWhen the phone would ringAnd I knew it was youI wanna talk backAnd get yelled atFight for nothingLike we used toOh kiss meLike you mean itLike you miss meCuz I know you doI wanna get back, get backI wanna get back, get backI wanna get back, get backGet Back”

“What man doesn't have dress socks and shoes?" he asks pointedly. "You wanna grow up to be a hobo?”