I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
When, at some point in our lives, we meet a real tragedy — which could happen to any one of us — we can react in two ways. Obviously, we can lose hope, let ourselves slip into discouragement, into alcohol, drugs, and unending sadness. Or else we can wake ourselves up, discover in ourselves an energy that was hidden there, and act with more clarity, more force.
I never worry about being driven to drink; I just worry about being driven home.
I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.