the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.