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

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.

A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.