The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

Only the boring get bored

I am not a man who looks for solutions in God or politics. If somebody else wants to do the dirty work and create a better world for us and he can do it, I will accept it.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.