Hurried business is bad business.

It is true, I thought. I am living a life.

Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.

I thought, When a man is properly drunk it is as though he is an a room by himself--there is a physical, impenetrable separation between him and his fellows.

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

...I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled in morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope that your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.

All you will get from me is death.