There are two kinds of brave men: those who are brave by the grace of nature, and those who are brave by an act of will.

We're all divided souls, we've got two natures in us, You measure schizophrenia not by the fact that you're divided but how well the divisions speak to one another.

Chicago was a town where nobody could forget how the money was made. It was picked up from floors still slippery with blood.

Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.

In such places as Greenwich Village, a menage-a-trois was completed- the bohemian and the juvenile delinquent came face-to-face with the Negro, and the hipster was a fact in American life.

You do not really wish to hear more of the Battle of Kadesh. Let me say only that human fat, gorged in considerable quantity, has an intoxicating effect. I became ... drunk.