What’s not ridiculous is the inbetween time, waiting between sex and love and facing what is left over with a matter of goodness — not becoming bitter. I think we must become good with what is left in ourselves, with what is left over after it’s not good anymore. In other words, to remain whole even though everything is not quite worked out. I think we need a little luck and a little glamour and a little strength and a little moxie just to carry it on. Hemingway would call it “grace in time of trouble,” but he said it better than that. Moxie means carrying on when everything feels terrible. You park your car in the garage if you have a garage, if you have a car you slam the door, you jack off and read a magazine instead of cutting your throat. It means carrying on when everything seems so terrible there is no use to go on, and you don’t go to a god, you don’t go to a church. You face the wall and just work it out alone. If you don’t think that is tough cookie that is tough, cookie… To run somewhere, to grab something, a god, a woman, a drug, one evening of success, for the night, for the week, the year, for the lifetime. People don’t hold still long enough to find out what the hell they are.