I cannot sustain hate for longer than a couple of years.

I find it next to impossible to remain politely silent when people prate to me about the glory of being given another chance to live happily ever after!

Only a certain breed of actor should ever even try to work for Orson Welles. I'm glad I'm one of that breed.

Like so many other recovered alcoholics, I am to this day bewildered that it took so long for me to understand that there was no such animal as 'social drinking' for me; that it had nothing to do with my willpower or self-respect or moral fiber, that it was a simple biochemical intolerance to a drug.

I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

I lose all control after two drinks of anything