Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

-You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... -To lay her cards out on the table.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

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

Since that day, when people have spoken to me of "genius", I have felt the inside pocket to make sure my wallet's still there.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.