I missed jazz, kind of. And by the time I came to it in life, it was too intimidating to enjoy thoroughly.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

LeRoy says there's something you should know, not everybody has a place to go. And home is just a place to hang your head, and dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead.

When I was young, times were hard. When I got older it was worse.

My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.

I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

And if California slides into the ocean, as the mystics and statistics say it will, I predict this hotel will be standing until I've paid my bill.