Reality itself is too twisted.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

But I am in the gambling business, for good or ill; it is the business I have chosen, and the only governing rule that we all recognize is: always sit close to an exit and never trust a man who doesn't sweat.

I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me

I'll call New York for some cash.

Richard Nixon was an evil man - evil in a way that only those who believe in the physical reality of the Devil can understand it. He was utterly without ethics or morals or any bedrock sense of decency.

It's in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.