It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.

I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone—a-l-o-n-e: which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.

There isn’t a nightclub in the world that you can sit in for a long time unless you can at least buy some liquor and get drunk. Or unless you’re with some girl that really knocks you out.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.

She's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny. I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go to the park, and that's what she is, roller-skate skinny. You'd like her.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.