“I'd rather be thin than famousbut I'm fatpaste that in your broadway show”

“I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.”

“In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cracks. The river is frozen to stolidity, waits; hung on a shore with remnant show-off boughs of June-- Ice skaters, Swedes, Irish girls, yellers and singers--they throng on the white ice beneath the crinkly stars that have no altar moon, no voice, but down heavy tragic space make halyards of Heaven on in deep, to where the figures fantastic amassed by scientists cream in a cold mass; the veil of Heaven on tiaras and diadems of a great Eternity Brunette called night.”

“If you can't boogie I know I'll show you how.”

“O hell, I'm sick of life - If I had any guts I'd drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn't be getting it over at all, I can just see the big transformations and plans jellying down there to curse us up in some other wretched suffering form eternities of it - I guess that's what the kid feels - She looks so sad down there wandering Ophelialike in bare feet among thunders.”

“I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personalitywhat is left of a manand all his pride but bones?”

“I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.”