It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

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

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.

We use such big words to move nowhere.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.