When I’m drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.
I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world’s greatest horseplayer.
Knowledge is knowing as little as possible.
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
I broke that town in half like a wooden match.
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.
There’s a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can’t.
You’ve got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good.
I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.
Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
There’s nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there’s nothing else to do, and there’s usually nothing else to do.
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.
One more drink and you’re dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.
As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future.
I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!