Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way.

Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.

I'm growing older, but not up.

I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.

It's my job to be better than the rest, and that's enough reason to go for me. It's my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.

Forget that blind ambition, and learn to trust your intuition.