Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Beneath his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be...

Who ordered the green peppers? Was that you? Must've been. Anchovies, sausage, mushrooms, garlic and green peppers. Isaac: Forgot the coconut.

You know what you are? You're God's answer to Job, y'know? You would have ended all argument between them. I mean, He would have pointed to you and said, y'know, "I do a lot of terrible things, but I can still make one of these." You know? And then Job would have said, "Eh. Yeah, well, you win."

I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion.

So what does, what does your analyst say? I mean, did you speak to him? Well, Donnie's in a coma, he had a very bad acid experience.

I mean i'm old fashioned, i think people should mate for life, you know, like pigeons, and catholics.

"Fashionably pessimistic"

really biting satire is always better than physical force; no physical force is always better with nazis, you know its hard to satirize a guy with shiny boots

excuse me, we were talking about orgasms.

Things worth living for:

• groucho marx
• willie mays
• the second movement of the jupiter symphony
• louis armstrong's recording of potato head blues
• swedish movies, naturally
• sentimental education by flaubert
• marlon brando
• frank sinatra
• incredible apples and pears by cezanne
• the crabs at sam woes
• tracey's face