New York forces you to be in endless surreal situations.

It's very hard to stop doing things you're used to doing. You almost have to dismantle yourself and scatter it all around and then put a blindfold on and put it back together so that you avoid old habits.

Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.

and when they pulled her from the wreck, you know, she still had on her shades

Don't look back, because someone might be gaining on you.

I was a fireman. I lived in the fire sta­tion for about a year. The pay wasn't so good. It was kind of like being in the army, or what I imagine that would be like.

I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.