you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

In New York you've got to have all the luck.

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.