I make it a policy never to argue with drug lawyers: they have decent arguments and the best drugs.

All drunks have theories, endlessly tedious arguments, both vocal and silent, with which to justify their drinking. They drink to forget or remember, to see more clearly or discover blindness, they drink out of fear of success or failure, drink to find a home and love or drink to get away. Their lives revolve around drink.

When even the bartenders lose their romantic notions, it’s time for a better world.

I’m too young to be that old.

There’s no fool like a fool who thinks he’s charming. On.

Consideration touches more deeply and longer than passion.

I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk.

Home is where you hang your hangover.

Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows. – Dancing Bear.

There’s no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.