I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

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

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock

you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.