Is it time for your medication or mine?

Under the heavens and under the sea there's a friend I don't know, who holds the right key.

Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew. Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw?

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.

I want to keep going as I have, to travel, read, perform, write, and enjoy my family. I've promised myself only this: no more Laundromats, no more two-shows-a-night, and no more deadlines. I'll work at my own pace.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive, saving the world on his own.