New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.
The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover.
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.