| - "The horror... the horror..." | |
| - "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave..." | |
| - "What did I do? I’m sixty-five years old, and I’m ashamed. Million years ago, the f****** regret and guilt, these things...don’t ever let anyone ever say to you: "you shouldn’t regret anything". Don’t do that, You regret what you f****** want...Use that, use that, Use that regret for anything, any way you want, You can use it, OK? Oh, God. This is a long way to go with no punch. A little moral, Story I say, Love...Love…Love. This f****** life, it’s so f****** hard. So long, Life ain’t short it’s long, it’s long, God damn it. God damn, What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?" | |
| "Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun". "Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines" | |
| "Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets". | |