“I work until beer o'clock.”

“My father worked behind closed doors inside the house, had a huge ancient Latin dictionary on a wrought-iron stand, spoke Spanish on the phone, and drank sherry and ate raw meat, in the form of chorizo, at five o'clock. Until the day in the yard with my playmate I thought this was what fathers did. Then I began to catalog and notice. They mowed lawns. They drank beer. They played in the yard with their kids, walked around the block with their wives, piled into campers, and, when they went out, wore joke ties or polo shirts, not Phi Beta Kappa keys and tailored vests.”

“All other beer is ass, and I will not put in the the work to acquire the taste for things that taste like ass.”

“Praise not the day until evening has come, a woman until she is burnt, a sword until it is tried, a maiden until she is married, ice until it has been crossed, beer until it has been drunk.”

“Writing Cave means it's Coffee O'Clock...Who am I kidding? It's always Coffee O'Clock!”

“A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.”