I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

Even you don't think of me, I cannot stop thinking about You!

You never know when you&#39;re going to be considered un-hip... The people that really pass judgment on you really have nothing to do with what you do, usually.

Written By John Milius

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