There still might be a place for us somewhere.

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

If I'm an ass, I should say so. If I don't, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.