You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.
It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.
Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.
I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.