You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances…I may be an orange peel.
Girls. You never know what they're going to think.
If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.
She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn't as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.