Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.