“one drink did not a drunk make”

“There is something strange about agony; the memory of it can be terribly short-lived when the contrast of revival and a pretty spring afternoon have dispelled the regrets. One drink of vodka in a cheerful glass, in the company of good poetry and the scent of blossoms and earth might entice the most well intended to forgo promise of atonement until a worse time. I have at times been just less than amazed how one drink merges with the second, where at some unknown point a mental transformation sets in. I have never been able to ascertain at what point that is--not precisely--and I have been conscious of trying to catch that moment, to try and understand it, to try and prevent it from happening, or at least have a fair chance to decide wheather or not to cross over into that other realm. Such an elusive thing, this is.”

“Takes one motherfucker to know another.”

“Let them leavelanguage to their lonely bettersWho count some days and long for cer-tain letters;We, too, make noises whenwe laugh orweep,Words are for those with promises tokeep.”

“People who have the ability to hear, I mean with their inner being, souls, wisdom, are the only ones who can grasp the...things that remain out of sight.”

“See what is invisible and you will see what to write”

“...like two children who had, for the first time, discovered someone who shared their thoughts...”