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.

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.

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.

I never felt at home. I stuck outIn New York City, especially in Greenwich Village, down among the cranks and the misfits and the one-lungers and the has-beens and the might've beens and the would-bes and the never-wills and the God-knows-whats, I have always felt at home.

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

...you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

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