Keep your money in your pocket. Or bet it on a good horse.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain