I see the way I look upon organized religion, I was a victim of that of mythology, and of cruelty, and all the absurd stuff.

When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on. When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.

I was not a good father in my first marriage. Although there are ways of deserting the family without leaving physically, I was deserted in my head. I was always out, always in the saloons, always drinking, always messing about.

Alcoholism is a dread, an awful, and fatal disease.

Somebody once said that the Irish derived the greatest benefit from the English language. They court it like a beautiful woman. They make it bray with donkey laughter, they fling it at the sky like paint pots full of rainbow colors.

Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.

They don't allow a dying on the highway. No Passing. They give you a ticket if you die on the highway.