Love is simple to understand if you haven't got a mind soft and full of holes. It's a crutch, that's all, and there isn't any one of us that doesn't need a crutch.

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.

So you come soon to power, but you have merely inherited the crisis and yours is the profit of cancer.

The only faithfulness people have is to emotions they're trying to recapture

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.

There's nothing glorious about being a professional. . . . Professionalism probably comes down to being able to work on a bad day.

Dying can't be all that difficult-up to now everyone has managed to do it.