2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

I have no time for things that have no soul.