Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You .... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up.

Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

The vaporish cocaine loosens the contours of their lives and sets their bodies adrift, and so they are untouchable.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.