I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.