I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk
...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.
Consideration touches more deeply and longer than passion.
Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows.
Home is where you hang your hangover.
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.