A Little Bit About A Lot

Somehow, sleep managed to capture me and take hold. But I kept fighting it, tossing and turning, strange thoughts taking my dreams hostage to macabre places.

I got the terrible feeling that her ulterior motive had something to do with me being a dead ringer for a dead woman.

It was a wispy, almost human sound that seemed to convey welcome and wisdom and warning.

It seems that the more unbelievable a story is, the more I'm able to believe it.

I’m not a quitter - not with women anyway.

Science gave his life a solid mooring, a fixed connection to a world that was color-blind and completely rational and thus immensely comforting.

He was the pencil jockey, the one who could hardly wait to rough out his ideas on a sheet of coarse packing paper or the surface of a pine plank.

I'm a goddamned Texas Ranger. I drink dust and I piss barb wire.

Jewel Lightfoot was the sort of sawed-off, whip-thin man who made it a point to sit as tall as he could.

It was so humid that the sound of his voice seemed to sink before it could get anywhere.

... a tall, sparrow-chested young man with spidery hands and the habit of standing with his hips slightly forward, as if modernity itself had looped a rope around his slender waist and was trying to drag him unwillingly into its angular embrace.

All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.

Love is the answer, but while you’re waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions.

I love you and it’s getting worse.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.