Wishful Drinking

Resentment is like drinking a poison and waiting for the other person to die.”

I’m very sane about how crazy I am.

You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic-depression, it’s sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse—and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me

I just have basically too much personality for one person and not quite enough for two.

Years ago, there were tribes that roamed the earth, and every tribe had a magic person. Well, now, as you know, all the tribes have dispersed, but every so often you meet a magic person, and every so often, you meet someone from your tribe. Which is how I felt when I met Paul Simon

that there’s a lid for every pot

Now, I’m certainly not asking anyone to feel bad for me or suggest that my existence could be described as a predicament of some kind.

Resentment is like drinking a poison and waiting for the other person to die.

it’s important to be able to distinguish the difference between a problem and an inconvenience.

it’s not what you’re given, it’s how you take it.