Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

There's no 'dumb-ass' vaccine.

I'm living on things that excite me, be they pastry, or lobster, or love...

Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.

If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

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

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.