there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds

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

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

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

The masses are always wrong...Wisdom is doing everything the crowd does not do. All you do is reverse the totality of their learning and you have the heaven they're looking for.