Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it.

Don't have sex in the lobby - it's usually awkward.

[Chicago]: This vicious, stinking zoo, this mean-grinning, mace-smelling boneyard of a city: an elegant rockpile of a monument to everything cruel and stupid and corrupt in the human spirit.

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.