“And in my mind, this settles the issue. I would never drink cologne, and am therefore not an alcoholic.”

“Psf. I'm not an alcoholic. An alcoholic needs a drink. Look here," I explained raising my next shot to her. "I already have one. S therefore, I do not need one. Which makes me not an alcoholic.”

“I drink, therefore I am.”

“Martha: Fix the kids a drink, George. What would you like to drink, kid– kid.Nick: Honey? what would you like?Honey: Ohhhh, I don't know, dear, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"George: Brandy? Just brandy? Simple, simple…[George turns to Nick.]George: What about you, em… em… em…Nick: Bourbon on the rocks, if you don't mind.George: Mind? I don't mind. I don't think I mind. Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!”

“I feel that it is possible that I might never have existed, for my self consists in thought; therefore I who think would never have been if my mother had been killed before I had come to life; therefore I am not a necessary being. I am not eternal or infinite either…”

“I realize now that drinking never solved my problem. How could it? It impairs the mind, fogs the senses, and diminishes other normal functions. Admittedly, there is a feeling of elation, but once I come back to earth, I still need to deal with my issues and fears.”