Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

Can we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can__ live on pussy alone.

I guess everybody thinks about old times, even the happiest people.

Night had fallen, and Diane admired the deep sky behind Steve's calm countenance. They looked into each other's eyes again and felt the spark and excitement of discovery. As if to celebrate the perfect, life-enabling distance of the earth from the sun, Diane and Steve kissed again.""-The Grand Unified Story (a Short Story) from Stories and Scripts: an Anthology

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there__ no end in sight. I don__ know what the fuck you__e doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain__ cutting it with me.

Never compare your love life from what you read or watched in a movie. Those are carefully thought about, yours on the good will of fate