Her voice was a throaty screech, without melody, as false as her eyebrows and as sharp as her nails. (The King in Yellow) - Raymond Chandler

There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than the other. Without art, science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science, art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery. The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.

You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women.

The more you reason the less you create.