Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.
Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.
Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.
Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.
Which is why I am writing this book. To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.