There Are Only Two Things

One More Drink And You're Dead. This Is No Way To Talk To A Suicide Head.

Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's Hard

But Isn't There Always One Good Thing To Look Back On? Think Of How Many Cups Of Coffee We Drank Together.

People Are Not Good To Each Other. Perhaps If They Were Our Deaths Would Not Be So Sad.

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.