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

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.

the sea is made of blood

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!