I knew the men were probably terrible people who whistled at pretty girls, treated their wives like servants, and voted for Nixon every chance they got, but as far as I was concerned, they beat the hell out of a Volvo-load of liberals for hard work and good times.

Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows.

There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.

Youth endures all things, kings and poetry and love. Everything but time.

Consideration touches more deeply and longer than passion.

I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk

I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.