“Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.”

Darling, you have lived far too much life to be caring what others think of you.

Not all wounds need healing, not all scars are ugly.

Just because she carries it well doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

It takes courage to feel, and she’s the bravest person I know.

Careful with this one. She had dethroned kings.

She has every reason to be bitter, and yet her heart beats to the tune of kindness, and her soul dances to the melody of love.

I’m sorry if someone made you feel as though you are difficult to love.

But doesn’t it hurt to feel so much and pretend not to?

Baby girl, don’t ever mistake what you are given for what you are worth.

In love as in life, nothing is really hidden, only ignored.

She’s not just another fish in the sea. She is the ocean.

There’s a message in the way he treats you. Just listen.

She was impossibly beautiful. If she didn’t exist, she’d have to be invented.

If he can’t hear you when you’re silent, he won’t hear you when you’re not.

What you see is what you get. She’s already magic; she doesn’t need tricks.

Your smile is like a salve for my soul.

One of these nuts is a meal for a man, both meat and drink.

Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.

Don’t drink at all, don’t smoke, you must exercise and eat vegetables and fruit.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

My beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.