I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.