Apr 20, 2004 21:32
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Lynda Barry
I thought I loved him, but I really just needed him. There was so much death and when I was in bed with him, I wasn't thinking about death...Look, what I'm trying to say is that we can't know what's in another person's heart, we can't even know what's in our own. Life turns on a dime, and somehow we muddle through.
Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman
Obsessions and fixations are not really my field. All I know, when the mind really grabs hold of something, look out.
Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman