“Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

The tigers have found me and I do not care.

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

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

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.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

I lie as truthfully as I can.

People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.

Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They’re always wrong.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.