“Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.”

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

There’s wisdom in wine.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again.

Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Pretty girls make graves.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

I think I think too much. That’s why I drink!

Some drink it at one place and call it ‘jal’, others at another place and call it ‘pani’, and still others at a third place and call it ‘water’.

It noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas

Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?

I don’t understand these new coaches who don’t drink. What do they do when they get beat?

That includes people who call themselves Muslims but who don’t lead their lives as such – people who drink, who don’t pray, who don’t fast, who have constantly changing partners and who are unable to recite the Koran.

No laws, however stringent, can make the idle industrious, the thriftless provident, or the drunken sober.