Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink.
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
Life’s no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe’s my own to fool with.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
I never trust people with no appetite. It’s like they’re always holding something back on you, don’t you think?
Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase. From snails to hardware stores to married life. Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek.
Everyone may be ordinary, but they’re not normal.
Deep rivers run quiet.