Play It as It Lays

by Joan Didion

It had seemed this past month as if they were all one, that her life had been a single sexual encounter, one dreamed fuck, no beginnings or endings, no point beyond itself.

the course of true love never was a straight flush.

“If you can’t deal with the morning, get out of the game. You’ve been around a long time, you know what it is, it’s play-or-pay.”