It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.