i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.

stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

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