No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born.

Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit --- Kid, it was tasty.

Like most qualities, cuteness is delineated by what it isn't. Most people aren't cute at all, or if so they quickly outgrow their cuteness ... Elegance, grace, delicacy, beauty, and a lack of self-consciousness: a creature who knows he is cute soon isn't.

Hemingway said: 'It don't come anymore.' So where did it go?

Madness is confusion of levels of fact. . . . Madness is not seeing visions but confusing levels.

Never interfere in a girl and boy fight.