Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there.
Once you have lived in New York and made it your home, no place else is good enough
A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody.
How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?
There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.
A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers.