I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
In New York you've got to have all the luck.
Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.
A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class
Love breaks my bones and I laugh
I have one problem, I donโt hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.