“Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me.”

“Hey baby, when I write, I'm the hero of my shit.”

“I met a genius on the traintodayabout 6 years old,he sat beside meand as the train ran down along the coastwe came to the oceanand then he looked at meand said,it’s not pretty.”

“There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.”

“What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within whathe has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.”

“I'm going, she said. I love you but you'recrazy, you're doomed.”

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”