Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.