There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.

The first impression is always the right one. I rarely change my mind upward about people.

Reality itself is too twisted.

The regrets I have are so minor. You know, would I leave my Keith Richards hat, with the silver skull on it, on the stool at the coffee shop at LaGuardia? I wouldn't do that again. But overall, no, I don't have any regrets.

Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I'll drink instead!

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.

I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.