I play to all people - all colors, all creeds ~ drunk, sober, everybody.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

Hell hath no fury like a hustler with a literary agent.

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

I'm not one of those complicated, mixed-up cats. I'm not looking for the secret to life... I just go on from day to day, taking what comes.

Here's to the confusion of our enemies!

If you don't know the guy on the other side of the world, love him anyway because he's just like you. He has the same dreams, the same hopes and fears. It's one world, pal. We're all neighbors.