sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

Life's as kind as you let it be.

Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.