Sometimes I Hate You," She Said.

That Was The Trouble With Being A Writer, That Was The Main Trouble—leisure Time, Excessive Leisure Time. You Had To Wait Around For The Buildup Until You Could Write And While You Were Waiting You Went Crazy, And While You Were Going Crazy You Drank And The More You Drank The Crazier You Got.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

When You Clean Up A City, You Destroy It.

If You Want To Know Where God Is, Ask A Drunk.

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.