“My only regret in life is that I did not drink more wine.”

No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

The only thing that can ruin a good day is people.

Being against evil doesn’t make you good.

How little we know of what there is to know.

Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter then ever.

We wait always for something that does not come.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.

You never understand anybody that loves you.

You’ll lose it, if you talk about it.

The first draft of anything is shit.

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

The best writing is certainly when you are in love.

No one ever stopped when they were winning.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

There is no such thing as great writing – there is only great re-writing!

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.