“Did I just get psychically pimp-slapped by a little old lady?”
“Did you just pimp slap my ass with your angel hand?”
“You can’t keep bitch-slapping your creativity, or it’ll run away and find a new pimp.”
“I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”
“My daughter was asked by a little old lady in a London hotel restaurant what her daddy did. She answered, “He’s a pirate” - I was very proud of that answer.”
“On going to hell….“When I think of judgment day, I get emotional. It’s a heavy thing. I did what I did and there’s no erasing it. I can write an honest book, be an honest man, help little old ladies across the street but what’s done is done. There’s no escaping that. Whatever it is, I’ll do my time, even for eternity.”