...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.
The only person more cynical than a drunk is a reformed drunk.
I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk
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.