Going down on a woman gives me a stiff neck, going down on a man gives me lockjaw and conventional sex gives me claustrophobia.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.

My progress reminded me of the horses in The Whip. They raced at the limit of their speed directly toward the audience. But they raced on a treadmill which canceled out their progress.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

A frozen daiquiri of a scorching afternoon is soothing. It makes living more tolerable.

Cocaine isn't habit forming. I should know - I've been using it for years.

I'm not at my best when I moralize or philosophize. Logic is elusive, especially to one who so rarely uses it.