You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.

Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.

dogs and angels are not very far apart

Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.