I'm as drunk as a fiddler's bitch. - Eugene O'Neill

If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself — ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanity — before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly.

It kills the pain. You go back until at last you are beyond its reach. Only the past when you were happy is real.

What the hell was it I wanted to buy, I wonder, that was worth—Well no matter. It's a late day for regrets.