I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is