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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

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I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.