being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?