she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

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

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.