Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.