I’m a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.
When I was young I looked like Al Capone, but I lacked his compassion.
I don’t drink; I don’t like it – it makes me feel good.
There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased the line.
I was once thrown out of a mental hospital for depressing the other patients.
The first thing in the morning I brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
To an obnoxious acquaintance: “I’m going to memorize your name and throw my head away.”
After dinner at the White House, Levant turned to his wife and said, “Now I suppose we’ll have to have the Trumans over to our house.”
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