It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.

Our disappointment sits between us.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age

great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it.

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.