If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

and love was lightning and remembrance