Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex.

And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

I Wanted A Drink. There Were A Hundred Reasons Why A Man Will Want A Drink, But I Wanted One Now For The Most Elementary Reason Of All. I Didn't Want To Feel What I Was Feeling, And A Voice Within Was Telling Me That I Needed A Drink, That I Couldn't Bear It Without It. But That Voice Is A Liar. You Can Always Bear The Pain. It'll Hurt, It'll Burn Like Acid In An Open Wound, But You Can Stand It. And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

Why On Earth Should I Care Whether People Read Me With Their Eyes Or Their Ears?

I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of The Problems Facing The Planet Today Might Be A Shortage Of Books By Me.

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.