An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.