The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoulders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive. I am filled with dreams and mysteries. I am all sun and air and sparkle. I am vitalized, organic.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

I was carrying a beautiful alcoholic conflagration around with me. The thing fed on its own heat and flamed the fiercer. There was no time, in all my waking time, that I didn't want a drink. I began to anticipate the completion of my daily thousand words by taking a drink when only five hundred words were written. It was not long until I prefaced the beginning of the thousand words with a drink.

It's better to stand by someone's side than by yourself

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.