When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

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.

I've never met another man I'd rather be.