I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

They were beautiful nothings

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.