They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, live, live, live, live!' It's all they've learned, it's the only advice they can give.

I am more faithful than I intended to be!

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.

When I was fourteen, my father decided to initiate me into the ways of manhood, and took me to the local whorehouse. The woman spread her legs, and made me look between them. All I could see was something that looked like a dyin' orchid; consequently, I have never been comfortable around women or orchids.

The biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones that had or have pleasure in love and those that haven't and hadn't any pleasure in love, but just watched with sick envy.