If you look up the word "gab" in the dictionary, it's insignificant of importance, of no substance. That's what gab is.

When an English man speaks well, for example now, and this is another way of putting us down, they say he's "eloquent" you see. "Oh, eloquent chap they are!" An Irish person speak well, they say, "Ah, you have the gift of the gab." "Ah, you kissed the blarney stone." You see, all of this putting us down.

I've avoided work all my life, you see. So, I'm like a bee. I go from flower to flower.

It's one day at a time, that's all there is to it, and so I don't have to worry about it. All I do is, okay, I do not have to drink. And if I feel like it, I postpone it for ten minutes, and that way I find something else to do in the meantime.

To lose one parent is a tragedy, to lose both is utter carelessness.

When I'm writing, I thoroughly enjoy it. It just goes on.

The alcoholism got me and I ruined my first marriage with drinking and the lying and the deceit and infidelity, and all of that. The whole bloody thing.