I used to play cello. My mother kept me out of school a whole year to study music and counterpoint. She thought I had ability, but I was absolutely without talent.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

You'll lose it, if you talk about it

My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.' We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.

Before you quit, you have to try

Religion is like an ice cold whiskey on a hot day.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.