“One day a man came into the bar and ordered a pint and a pousse-cafe, adding "for our lass" in case I thought he was a ballet dancer or something.”
“I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.”
“you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!”
“You are a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers.”
“Your a freak with wings!..... We are freaking ballet dancers!”
“When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers, I kind of wanted to be a vampire.”