“From that time forward it has been hard for me not to think of literature as created primarily to give writers the drinks they want.”
“Once, when I remarked that she looked like a disoriented bandicoot, she leapt up from the piano bench and beat me within an inch of my life with a rolled-up piano sonata by Schubert. Ophelia has no sense of humor.”
“Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons.”
“There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.”
“I always have beauty around me, for I have but to go to my piano, and trace one of the million designs that have been made by my masters.”