I just live one day at a time. That's my new theory in life.

If you weren't here, if you could be anywhere you wanted to be, doing anything you wanted to do, where would you be and what would you be doing?

New York is the only real city-city.

There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.