Staring at the unseen ceiling at 03:39 a.m. with random thoughts trying to rattle their way into or maybe out of my thoughts…
- Life is a machine for generating regrets
- Never regret being kind, even when it does not work out the way you intended. It was still the right thing to do
- It’s worn and trite and all too true… when it is all said and done all we have are each other
- When I was young used to think old age was the way God prepared folks so they could let go of life. Now as someone on the cusp of that phase of my life, I think old age and the ungraceful exit so many people get to make is proof that there is no god, that there is no intelligent design.
- We need to remember that most of us most of the time are really doing the best we can
- Not only do we need to forgive each other, we need to forgive ourselves
- All too often we take things far too seriously when it is just the other person stuck in their own bag of skin

The main point of this book is that words matter. And the words that we debate with have been chosen by the conservatives to the detriment of progressive causes.
This book was first self-published by D. H. Lawrence in Florence, Italy in 1928. It was banned from publication in Great Britain until 1960. It was not published in its original form in this country until 1959. It was considered much too pornographic, however it is pornographic the way Playboy is. You have a mass of text, and then there will be a racy passage. I say racy as by today’s standards it is all rather mild. Lawrence spends more time dealing with the emotionally altered state that good sex brings on than a physical description of sex. Most of such passages are relatively mild.