They're sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut it's better than drinking alone.

I keep telling people: Don't make me the poster boy for AA because I don't know a lot about sobriety, but I do know a lot about drinking.

We are not cisterns made for hoarding, we are channels made for sharing.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

When I was 19, I made my first good week's pay as a club musician. It was enough money for me to quit my job at the factory and still pay the rent and buy some food. I freaked.

They say that these are not the best of timesBut they're the only times I've ever knownAnd I believe there is a time for meditationIn cathedrals of our own.