There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.

The hurt gets worse as the heart grows harder.

Send lawyers, guns, and money. Dad, get me out of this.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

We buy books because we believe we're buying the time to read them.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

I might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.