The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.