When every piece of furniture and your underwear are taken by the bank, when you lose your house in Florida, in New York, in Amsterdam and L.A., when your wife is dying and your son abandons you, you don't feel very good.

I keep attacking the villains, the know-nothings, the people who want to take our freedoms away.

There is a cliche that men want their women to be ladies in public and hookers behind closed doors. I want my woman to be the sharper image robot so that she can be turned off.

Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

I am not a prisoner of my sexuality like men younger than myself although I write about being a prisoner.

Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

In reality there is no cause or effect, there is only the indifference of the universe.