I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

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.

When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.