“That's life,and I can't deny it/Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it.”

“How desperate is it possible to be That's something that's never been researched. There are no statistics. There are no graphs to compare oneself with. No diagrams with uplifting figures. I could still change my mind. Go back to bed. It'll sort itself out all this I thought. No it won't I thought. It really won't.”

“The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.”

“There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life!”

“Besides, I can't get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I've got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can - that's how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.”

“You can buy a person's hand, but you can't buy his heart. His heart is where his enthusiasm, his loyalty is. You can buy his back, but you can't buy his brain. That's where his creativity is, his ingenuity, his resourcefulness.”