“You don't 'love' people when they are 'nice'. Don't you see that's the same as saying 'what's in it for me'?”

“You're the measure of my true decline. Your home isn't in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka.”

“You don't 'love' people when they are 'nice'. Don't you see that's the same as saying 'what's in it for me'?”

“My tongue thirsty for superiority, maybe even immortality, ruled me. I was ruled by my tongue. I was ruled by women. I was ruled by alcohol.”