The Anthology

“You have pissed your last in this house . . . and I don't make velvet roses anymore.”

“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”