“If that’s not a cause for alcohol, I don’t know what is!”

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.

I have lost all my skills, and now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless like you and your sister.

You must prepare for life, and whatever it will throw at you.

I am suddenly overwhelmed with regret, it’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t find it at all pleasurable.

You are the life you accept for yourself.

One day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, ‘Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!

I’ve been burned so many times I’m like the human equivalent of the inside of a roasted marshmallow.

I want you to know, John, that you are the most important thing in this world to me.

I was perfectly fine not trusting people, not trusting people is what I’m used to

I only drink to steady my nerves, sometimes I’m so steady I don’t move for months.

I spent half my money on gambling, alcohol and wild women. The other half I wasted.

Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol.

Everybody’s got to believe in something. I believe I’ll have another beer.

I’m so insecure, I think, that I’ll die before I drink.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

A few drinks and the world was hers – she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.