When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

The less I needed, the better I felt.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.