LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

It all ends in tears anyway.

Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called 'pretentious' by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.

The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.