You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

A bottle of wine was good company.

If he wrote it, he could get rid of it. He had gotten rid of many things by writing them.

The whiskey warmed his tongue and the back of his throat, but it did not change his ideas any, and suddenly, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar, he knew that drinking was never going to do any good to him now. Whatever he had now he had, and it was from now on, and if he drank himself unconscious when he woke up it would be there.

The smallest coffins are the heaviest.

You cannot stop trusting people in life but I have learned to be a little bit careful. The way to make people trust-worthy is to trust them.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.