There'll be no smoking in the gas chamber.

This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .

If 6 turned out to be 9, I don't mind.

Lots of the things we do are dangerous, but life itself is dangerous; nothing is really worth bothering with that isn't full of danger

I get stoned, I can't get home, I'm calling long distance on a public saxophone. My head is achin', my back is breakin', feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover.

You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.

After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.