A: There will be no time for sentiment when the Russians fire a missile at us.
B: If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, Grant, it’s not a world that I want to live in.
If you haven’t yet, go see it. It’s beautiful and it made me cry.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. A form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about fifteen thousand lives now.
– Charles Bukowski –
This is exactly what I’ll be doing tonight.