Find what you love and let it kill you.

I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.