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

People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

It was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. There were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tried to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.