My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.

I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man, I have chalked up many a mile. Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, and I learned much from both of their styles.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.

And I wound up in New Orleans for all those years and it was a great place, really a catalyst creatively.