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

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.