That's one part of oppression is to make sure you are a shameful, shamed human being. That takes care of the past.

I kind of miss the old sleazy Times Square, in a way. And yet I don't mind not being accosted by all sorts of strange people.

I think people are so disillusioned with the parties. It's one party with two different names, and they are so spineless.

When an English man speaks well, for example now, and this is another way of putting us down, they say he's "eloquent" you see. "Oh, eloquent chap they are!" An Irish person speak well, they say, "Ah, you have the gift of the gab." "Ah, you kissed the blarney stone." You see, all of this putting us down.

When I'm writing, I thoroughly enjoy it. It just goes on.

They don't allow a dying on the highway. No Passing. They give you a ticket if you die on the highway.

There's no recovery from alcoholism, it is an incurable disease. And it also is a disease that tells you, you don't have a disease.