It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight