Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

The Wild Stuff Is All So Overrated. Drinking, You Don't Feel Good All The Time. There's A Lot Of Down, A Lot Of Misery.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

What A Bog And Labyrinth The Human Essence Is... We Are All Overbrained And Overemotioned.

The First Two Drinks Were Always Wonderfully Liberating. You Think Better. You're Braver, And You'll Say Anything. If You Could Just Hang In There With Two Or Three, It'd Be Beautiful. The Trouble Was I Couldn't.

I Wanted Very Much To Be Miles Davis When I Was A Boy, But Without The Practice. It Just Looked Like An Endless Road.