It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

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

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

The streets of every city in America are filled with men who would pay all the money they could lay their hands on to be transformed, even for a day, into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk all over cops, extort drinks from terrified bartenders and roar out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker's daughter.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.