Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty.

The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

The heart is important at any age, I'm afraid.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.