Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.
It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.