“When the last dime is gone, I'll sit on the curb outside with a pencil and a ten cent notebook and start the whole thing over again.”
“It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.”
“When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row.""There are some real weirdos down there.""They're everywhere.”
“I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”
“Drunk on sports all over again, just like a seven-year old in New Jersey whose mom has just bought him two packs of baseball cards for ten cents.”