If you drink anymore, you're going to be positively flammable.

It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other.

My tendency to make up stories and lie compulsively for the sake of my own amusement takes up a good portion of my day and provides me with a peace of mind not easily attainable in this economic climate.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

As it stands right now, I lead Richard Pryor in heart attacks, two to one. However, Richard still leads me, one to nothing, in burning yourself up.