The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

People don't do me much good.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.