It was a great time to be born, because I got to have my own publishing company right from the beginning, so I made more money than somebody would have doing what I did ten or fifteen years before.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.

I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

Like, What is the least often heard sentence in the English language? That would be: Say, isn't that the banjo player's Porsche parked outside?

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.

These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.