That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

Let' em learn or let' em die

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years