I wanted the whole world or nothing.

I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.

Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

We are here to laugh at the odds.