Dying Inside

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

I'm an urban New Yorker to the last molecule.

I don't understand why anybody old enough to know the score ever gets married, anyway. Why should love require a contract? Why put yourself into the clutches of the state and give it power over you? Why invite lawyers to fuck around with your assets? Marriage is for the immature and the insecure and the ignorant. We who see through such institutions should be content to live together without legal coercion

I tried to be good to Judith, I tried to be kind and loving, but our hatred kept coming between us.

He often has followed current fads and modes in an attempt to affiliate himself more firmly with the structures of contemporary existence.