take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

You have my soul and I have your money

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.