There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night. - Norman Mailer

You're contending with a genius, D.J. is his name, only American alive who could outtalk Cassius Clay, that's lip.

I don’t trust compliments. I’ve been getting them for years. Sometimes I deserve them, sometimes I didn’t. But generally when people give you compliments there’s one of two things wrong with them. Either they’re false, or what’s worse is they’re sincere. They really mean the compliment. And then they’re offering you their loyalty. And I’m kind of a stingy… Well, I don’t necessarily want to give all that loyalty back. So either way, let’s skip the compliments.

Certain kinds of honor could not be lost without demanding that one consecrate oneself thereafter — no matter how unsuited and unprepared — to a life of revenge. I