Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

You have to lay down in the center of the action lay down and wait until it charges then you must get up face it get it before it gets you the whole process is more shy than vulnerable so lay down and wait sometimes it's ten minutes sometimes it's years sometimes it never arrives but you can't rush it push it there's no way to cheat or get a jump on it you have to lay down lay down and wait like an animal .

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.