How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!

You were destroyed by what you befriended.

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.

What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.