Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

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.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.