Please keep her always drunk.

I don’t do anything, not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that any more.

I’m through with the whole works.

An unbroken night of sleep is rare.

Oh, misty-minded.

Four be the things I’d have been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

Sobriety? A basis for jokes.

Ballin in the library.

She’s probably on her way to get a bottle of bad gin.

I’m not down to my last two bits.

A deep human need to complain.

All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

And down a beer.