I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

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

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

sometimes I hate you," she said.