Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.
That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.
life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.