Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

Humor has bailed me out of more tight situations than I can think of. If you go with your instincts and keep your humor, creativity follows. With luck, success comes, too.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

Quitting doesn't enter my mind.