Home is where you hang your hangover.
There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.
Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows.
When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.
I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.
Consideration touches more deeply and longer than passion.