Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.

Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.

Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.