I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.
There's wisdom in wine.
I felt free and therefore I was free.
I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
Nothing ever happened - Not even this