What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.

I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.