Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

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

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.