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

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.