My mother used to come to me with her house coat open and drinking a cup of cheap chinese table wine.'

My mother used to greet the day with a cigarette and lipstick on her teeth.'

You never talk about your mother. Never talk about mother.

(On conducting safety random home invasions) You witness a man assault you, take off his pants, fold 'em up, put 'em on the bed... and then he stops; when you …

Warm and soothing That's how I remember home. Walking into arms through the back door Hearing voices I know well and long for.

All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.

I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throat When I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote!