...you Can Hate A Place

He Had A Habit Of Remarking To Bartenders That He Didn't See Any Sense In Mixing Whiskey With Water Since The Whiskey Was Already Wet.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.

Life Is A Goddam Mess...but You Wouldn't Want To Miss It!

All Information Of A Spiritual Or Personal Nature Will Have To Come From Our Father, Who Art In Heaven, And I Think He's In New York Right Now.

I Never Felt At Home. I Stuck Outin New York City, Especially In Greenwich Village, Down Among The Cranks And The Misfits And The One-lungers And The Has-beens And The Might've Beens And The Would-bes And The Never-wills And The God-knows-whats, I Have Always Felt At Home.