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

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.

...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.