There is no hunting like the hunting of man. And those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine …

(On seeing a Spanish Government aeroplane bomb a bridge teeming with fleeing civilians from a hillside above the city) 'Never put all your Basques in one exit.'

Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano.