Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.

I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.

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

They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

Take most people, they are crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, they are always talking about have many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that is even newer. I do not even like old cars. . . . I'd rather have a horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.

How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.