I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I do not like to work and have no trade but i do like to eat, so this is basic, the basic training of slaves to fear.

Angels, we have grown apart.