there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.