Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

He pointed toward the silhouettes on the side of the [bathrooms] instead--black cutout man, black cutout woman. The man had his legs apart, the woman had hers together. Pretty much the story of the human race in sign language.

It don't matter if you believe in God Nick, he believes in you.

The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

When you own a piano, it's harder to think about moving.