Also, I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time - time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.

When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.

He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn't see any sense in mixing whiskey with water since the whiskey was already wet.

I have a great deal of experience in justifying myself to myself.

All information of a spiritual or personal nature will have to come from our father, who art in heaven, and I think he's in New York right now.

My dad was a cotton buyer and cotton buyers always considered themselves superior to the rest of the world.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!