Goodness . . . You got to make it out of badness . . . Because there isn't anything else to make it out of.

Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something (All The King's Men)

There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.

A young man's ambition - to get along in the world and make a place for himself - half your life goes that way, till you're 45 or 50. Then, if you're lucky, you make terms with life, you get released.

The best luck always happens to people who don't need it.

We are the prisoners of history. Or are we?

Tell me a story of deep delight.