I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.