I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.
In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.
Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.
It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.
There's nothing unusual about love.
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.