I had a bird once. Love of my life, she was.
Fucked it up, of course. I thought there’d be time. Turns out there’s just road. Long unpaved, potholed.
Read that once in a book. Go and get her, pal.
Krull, to Hank Moody, in Californication (I’ll Lay My Monsters Down)
Plan: To play with the dog all morning, so as to tire him before I leave, thus making sure he’ll sleep most of the day.
Reality: Boy wakes up in a lovey mood, curls up on my lap, licks my face, and then rests with his head on my chest.
*I’m not moving!*
The worst dog in the world is still better than the best person you know.
Want her to go…
Can’t bear her leaving…
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I came here tonight because when you realise that you want to spend the rest of your life with some body, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Harry, in Harry met Sally.
Interesting how the most innocent, most treasured smiles turn around to haunt as the heaviest of burdens on this overworked, cholesterol-clogged heart.
Just when you think you’ve overcome the grief, you realise you are left with the loneliness.
Libor Sevcik in The Finkler Question, by Howard Jacobson