“I must be a masochist to keep putting myself in these situations. I need help. Ineed to see a shrink or be locked in a padded cell or straitjacketed or something.”
“YOU COULD LOCK the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and he'd find a way to make something to explode.”
“People need to be encouraged, not stepped on and put in a straitjacket!”
“I keep myself busy with odd jobs, but it doesn’t really help. Every nerve, every cell, every sense of my entire being is focused sharply on Cash.Cash.”
“Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.”
“Keep it,” he says. “Something to remember me by.”“I don’t need a sweatshirt for that,” I say, already putting it back on.“Then keep it because it’s cool.”“Deal.”