purple does something strange to me

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

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.

They were beautiful nothings

It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.