Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.

I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.

Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.