That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.

American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

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

Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.