It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.

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

In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.