“I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.”

“I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.”

“So then, what do you believe in?Sex and death. Two things that come once in my lifetime. But at least after death you're not nauseous.”

“It was one of those great spring days, it was Sunday, and you knew summer would be coming soon. And I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park and come back to the apartment. We were just sort of sitting around and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong, which was music I grew up with, and it was very, very pretty, and I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there. And I remember thinking to myself how terrific she was and how much I loved her. And I don't know, I guess it was a combination of everything, the sound of the music, and the breeze, and how beautiful Dorrie looked to me and for one brief moment everything just seemed to come together perfectly and I felt happy, almost indestructible in a way.”

“I can't fight. I was once run over by a car with a flat tire, being pushed by two guys.”

“I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers.”

“I love nature, I just don't want to get any of it on me.”