“I was working in the lab late one nightWhen my eyes beheld an eerie sight. For my monster from his slab began to riseAnd suddenly to my surprise.He did the mash.He did the monster mash.”

“Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out.”

“I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.”

“I tapped a forefinger to my temple and raised my glass of single-vineyard Foxen Pinot. "Between here and here lies the Rubicon of the imagination.”

“When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!”

“I'm sorry I hurt your hand... With my face.”

“I’m not one to talk about my feelings. It’s too scary. It makes you vulnerable, because if someone knows that you love them, they can hurt you. I couldn’t take any more hurt. I just couldn’t.”