It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. “Well, did she come back with the champagne?”
“Who?”
“Your whore.”
“Yes, she came back….”
“Then what happened?”
“We drank the champagne. It was good stuff.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well, you know, shit …” I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone…. She hung up.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
To do a dull thing with style – now that’s what I call art.
The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad.
The cat is the beautiful devil.
People don’t need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn’t be.
Justice is everywhere and it’s working.
Love it or leave it.
The whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
People lack originality.
She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.
Let’ em learn or let’ em die.
Dogs and angels are not very far apart.
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