They were beautiful nothings
Itโs nice enough to make a man weep, but I donโt weep, do you?
I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.