Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.
Chess is a curse upon a man.
There are only three things to say about cocaine. One, there is no such thing as enough. Two, it will never be as good as the first time. Three, those first two facts constitute a tragedy of expense in ways that can't be experienced unless you've had cocaine. ... Your brain will settle into a puddle around your sinuses and you will die.
I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.
I just tend to do things to myself that I don't realize I'm doing. Sometimes I bite my lip so that it splits and hurts, and yet I can't stop. And sometimes I'd play shows on the last run, I'd scratch my neck while I was singing, and I'd horrified to see these red streaks of blood after.
Worry is an unhealthy and destructive mental habit.
She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.
Wars are to the body politic, what drams are to the individual. There are times when they may prevent a sudden death, but if frequently resorted to, or long persisted in, they heighten the energies only to hasten the dissolution.
A losing trade, I assure you, sir: literature is a drug.
There is a quality of selfishness that is associated with an individual when they are in the depths of addiction.
