I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

"Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."

That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.