In New York you've got to have all the luck.
This incompleteness is all we have.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.
You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.