The more necessary it becomes to stop drinking, the more impossible it becomes to stop.

One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him.

Oh, to me not drinking is like being dead, almost. I sit here taking endless journeys down memory lane. It gets boring.

Although I have to admit I have despised a couple of people simply because they have never had a job in their lives.

I don't remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I've come across now.

Oh, the self-importance of fading stars. Never mind, they will be black holes one day.

I have stood in a bar in Lambourn and been offered, in the space of five minutes, a poached salmon, a leg of a horse, a free trip to Chantilly, marriage, a large unsolicited loan, ten tips for a ten-horse race, two second-hand cars, a fight, and the copyright to a dying jockey's life story.