Pretty girls make graves

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.