Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

Cold beer is bottled God.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.