Sex is like money; only too much is enough.
My relations with Korchnoi depend on whether he has slept well. If he had bad dreams, he speaks a lot of rubbish.
To the addicted, money is like cocaine: Too much is never enough.
I had a buddy of mine call up the other day, all upset 'cause he slept with his third cousin. And I'm like, "Man, if it upsets you that much, quit countin' them!"
Sometimes my mouth is a little too big and a little too open and sounds too much like a sailor.
A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick.
I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.
Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.
No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.
He sniggered.
He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now.