“A drunkard never walks where he can fly.Only the sober believe that the inebriate stagger to and fro. In reality they float on invisible wings and arrive everywhere much earlier than expected.”

“He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.”

“❝ SOME PEOPLE NEVER CONSIDER THE RAMIFICATIONS OF A LIE. AFTER A WHILE, A LIE CAN BECOME WHAT YOU BELIEVE AS IF IT WAS NEVER A LIE. YOU’RE FLOATING IN BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION. THE PROBLEM IS IF YOU KEEP THAT LIE TO YOURSELF, EVENTUALLY IT WILL EAT AT YOU.”

“i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.”

“I never speed, because if I get into an automobile crash and die, I don’t want to have arrived earlier than I was supposed to for my death.”

“A Drunkard accuses a Drunkard...A sot became extremely drunk - his legsAnd head sank listless, weighed by wine's thick dregs.A sober neighbour put him in a sackAnd took him homewards hoisted on his back.Another drunk went stumbling by the first,Who woke and stuck his head outside and cursed."Hey, you, you lousy dipsomaniac,"He yelled as he was borne off in the sack,"If you'd had fewer drinks, just two or three,You would be walking now as well as me.”