Desert of the Heart

‘He isn’t smart enough for her. She’d ruin him in a year.’

Nothing of real importance takes more than twenty minutes, nothing but the vast unimportance of life itself, which is just this … this terrible waiting.

“Must I be promiscuous to avoid giving you a rash?”

You had to love the whole damned world to love anyone at all.

He used to claim that nothing really important took longer than twenty minutes.

And, if you can’t have what you need, you take what you want. Accept damnation.

“Your honor, I charge this man with what I have done to him. I charge this man with being a victim to my circumstance. I charge this man with ulcers, insomnia, psychosis, insecurity, isolation, and despair. I charge him with my guilt which I cannot hear anymore.”

I always catch you at night and let you go in the morning.