Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

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

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

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

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

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.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.