Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.